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Reading what you guys wrote for thanksgiving has got me thinking about things. One of us: I guess I never really think about this until days like today. I feel so honored to be a member of this "us", to think that I in some way may have influenced people as amazing as each of you. The fact that people take time to say happy thanksgiving to each other means enough to me to make me say "damn". Damn. It's not even really that big of a deal, maybe, but it just seems special that we're the type of group who will tell each other merry christmas and happy new year.
I'm saying something redundant here, but it still feels as good as new to my psyche: we are a we.
I keep rememebering the day I got the tasplication in the mail and looked at all the essays I had to write. I remember thinking how impossible it would be to get in. I remember my first day at the house, my guarded suspicion of everyone. I remember the taxi pulling away from the house and watching everyone waving like a moving picture from Harry Potter.
You all looked so happy, or maybe I was imagining it. It was the way people wave when someone takes their picture in front of Old Faithful. Maybe that's just the way I've altered it in my mind: to make tasp look like a nice vacation photograph. I think everyone was smiling because in a way there was this optimism . I remember my intense faith in everyone. Maybe I never expressed it to you all, but I was so sure you all could jump the moon if you wanted.
I still think it's true .

Forgive the rambling.

you are the friends of my life

love,
josh