pie

The residents of Stugan have picked the kind of pie most resembling each other.

Resident One: You're a banana cream pie!

Resident Two: Huh? (Conversation hitherto was not at all about pies.) Why?

Resident One: Because you're fluffy and blonde! What kind of pie am I?

Resident Two: (after a bunch of discussion about other things) I guess you're pumpkin because you like pumpkin brownies and all that.

Sadly, based on the ease of determining which resident is whom, there will be no prizes awarded for a correct guess. Please feel free to postulate anyway.

back home in Indiana

This state is hot and it is humid. I feel like I have been complaining about both since I got home, but it's true. I have started dreaming about moving to Maine. Even Chicago, where I have long dreamed of living, is cooler and they have that nice breeze coming in from Lake Michigan.

But where you live is so much more than the climate, even though that seems to be the first thing people talk about when they talk to someone who comes from somewhere else. For me, where I live is mostly comprised of who else lives there and what kinds of things you can do (determined by geography and climate). Take here, for example. I have great Christian friends at Purdue, not to mention pastors. I can...umm, wait til dark to go running? Sweat without moving a muscle? Although today is not so bad.