twist

How funny.

God has a sense of humor you know. He really does. That's one of the reasons why I love him- fear him- but love him.

A year ago we were all different places. I was in Mexico. She was with that boy. She was with that girl we don't talk to anymore. He was with that girl he's trying to help still. 3 of the 4 were some what close. Closer than we were with the boy.
 But now, a year later.
Where are we?

Not in the dorm or basement or apartment we got. We're home. In our old rooms.
Thinking of the same boy?
Perhaps.
Thinking of a different boy?
Perhaps.
Thinking of a different girl?
Perhaps.

How funny.

Really it's interesting. All of us, we're home. Whether that home is a good or bad place- whether we returned willingly- that's all irrelevant. Which is refreshing to be honest. We're all home.