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Things I Love...Friday?

Hi All!

I don't have tons to say, but I have this overwhelming urge to express myself and you get the honour of being my outlet today! :)

I saw a blog once where the writer had a 'Things I Love Thursday' segment and I thought the title was awesomely alliterative. Now, I am aware that today is Friday, but in my defense, I started to write this yesterday so I think this post is still valid! No promises that it becomes a weekly tradition, but - then again - no promises that it won't either!

So what are some things that I love?

I love having a home to call my own. Something awakened in me when I moved into my little basement suite. It's nothing big or fancy, but it's my home; a place where I get to cook and clean and live - where everything has its place because I put it there. I love that sense of ownership.

I love that I have a fish. he's red and his name is Eric The Red and he's lovely. He nearly gave me a heart attack when I came home tonight because he was sleeping (or staying very still...I'm not sure which) and I thought I'd lost him. Thankfully he seems to have regained his energy because he's swimming around merrily now. I guess I had better add that to the list: I love that I have a fish that's alive.

I love that I get to study with a cohort of people who love to learn and who have a vast array of life experiences. Every person that I talk to in my class inspires me to try new things and study new fields of research. We learn from each other and teach each other...it's beautiful.

I love playing music on the sand at the ocean with new friends, and I love meeting for coffee at a random McDonald's with old ones. I love that FaceTime exists and that I can catch up with my parents and sister at the click of a button. I love that I met an amazing couple a few weeks ago who open up their home once a week for medical students to come,  eat a healthy meal, and worship together in their living room.

And right now, at eleven o'clock on a Friday night after a long week, I love that I have a comfy bed waiting for me to catch up on my beauty rest.

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