A long time ago, back when I had first decided I was going to apply to England, when I was struggling with whether I should really be an English major, and when going on a mission still seemed so very far away, I went on a drive to see a friend. And then we rode bikes. And talked. And stargazed. It was windy, and cold, but wonderful. And I didn't care that it was late or that I had classes in the morning. I want more nights like that in my life.
P.S. I want a letter from above-mentioned friend.
P.P.S. I love this guy's (Carl Zoch's) engagement pictures. And his family pictures. I actually just really love good pictures. Okay. The end.