I had a good feeling about Saturday. I even proclaimed that it would be an “awesome” day on Twitter before I even got out of bed. The day did not disappoint, and I only left our apartment for 30 minutes.
On Saturday mornings, I meet with a few guys to talk about the week and life with God. I went to the store to get some breakfast ingredients and, on my way back, rescued the sweet ride featured in the last post from an eternity in an out-of-state landfill. The guys came over and we devoured chocolate chip pancakes and bacon. More importantly, we had good talk to invest further in our friendship.
A couple of hours after they left, we hosted a few friends for a BBQ. It was 70ยบ and clear, quite fitting for the first day of spring. We slowly dined on burgers, chicken, couscous, guac and chips, and lots of ice cream on our backyard deck. We enjoyed the fine company of our friends whom we haven’t seen in months and friends of friends that we were meeting for the first time.
After they left, CM wondered jokingly who would be coming over next. If the day’s fellowship ended there, it would have been a success. Then with the uncanny timing of a sitcom, one of our roommates walked in with a friend that we are still getting to know. We were happy to hand her some BBQ chicken and fun conversation. And while we were talking, new neighbors from upstairs rang our doorbell, asking about the best groceries in the neighborhood. They came in, and we showed them around.
For some, a quiet weekend to yourself is refreshing. For us, refreshment is found in connecting with people. It’s reinforcing the bonds of community, and it’s why we moved into a converted 3-bedroom with roommates. In New York, it’s possible to live a lifetime among 8 million neighbors and feel desperately alone. We’re trying to fight that feeling with our evenings and weekends.
Saturday was an awesome day. We can’t wait to see what the next one brings.
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Just think, had we never moved away from our house in Florida, about 3-4 hours of that Saturday would have been spent mowing the acre lawn and pulling weeds. Or, more realistically, 3-4 hours would have been spent looking outside feeling guilty for not mowing or weed-pulling and wondering when the HOA warning letter would arrive. Yeah, I think this place might be a better fit for us!
I don’t know… I didn’t like to look outside. It made me feel hot.