My memory pool should actually be quite shallow - relatively that is - unable to genuinely "miss those days." But college is over for me, and I do "miss those days," those people, even that place. ResLife staff and the late night get togethers. Seems like ages ago now. Relocation does that, and we've relocated a few times since then.

It sure felt good - coffee and games, with a run to the bakery in between. Living on day old muffins and whatever the change in our pockets could buy. It was natural, we weren't afraid of empty pockets - only tomorrow's exam.

And we laughed - we laughed until our sides hurt or until we broke something. We laughed in the face of danger - and when life sucked, we blew stuff up. It was our therapy.

I could use some therapy.