Perfct

I haven't written in two weeks because every day feels like a week, completely jammed with emotion and doing. Even vegetation is meaningful, when it turns into a night of whispers. And how sobering, that as we speak our deepest convictions, the raging validation that God pours onto us, a roommate staggers in, collapses in bed, and cries.

Its been a month; technically, everyone is just getting to know each other. For us, though, it doesn't feel like there's been a passage of time at all. Because there wasn't. Every minute and hour of the day has been sucked dry. Every night is another year previously lost. Nothing is romantic - nothing. People look at us and ask if we're siblings. Back in Austin, they think they've found a missing triplet. Everyone is skeptical, and I can assure you that there is no one more skeptical than us. This is objectively crazy.

But if you ever see us interact, the way we talk to people in complete synchronization, and the baffled looks on the small group leader's face... When people ask, "Did you know each other before?" and we think back to...
...sitting in Shanghai's hotel with a prostitute next door, looking at that chat bubble...
...drawing comics, then seeing a potentially irking message notification...
...sharing artwork...
...talking, but most importantly, responding...
...and never playing games, just talking, talking about ideas, and God...
...and walking alone for two days in the 100 degrees of Austin, Texas...
...and sitting alone with a computer, at retreat, brimming with questions...
...and reading Blankets, and feeling, consequently completely connected...
...and seeing sunrise in Naperville for the first time...
...and we say no. Of course we didn't know.

And being, is so easy, because all we have to do is live. Impressing people comes from just being real, not chasing anything. And the love, from AAIV - the food, the one on ones, the intense Bible studies - how welcome it is after 18 years. I've missed the body of Christ.

How interesting it is that now I can sit in Trillium, skipping 2210 for the third time, feeling the same pain rip through my guts but not through my heart.