18. My Buddy Joe / by An


It's Wednesday. I’m in Gould hall ordering my usual London Fog. I get out my money to pay when I hear, “Can I get a fork?”

I look over to my right.


It never gets old, you guys, running into Peru people, especially when it’s your buddy. Complete elation and giddyness. Lots of hugs and how are yous. I’m grinning ear to ear even as I write this. Mindful breakfasts, biology, theoretical evolution and ecology club, Soul Night. In a word, it’s Joe.

Catching up with old friends is one of those things in life I truly, truly cherish. You pick up right where you left off. It always makes my day, an instant pick-me-up.