Sundays

Sunday's. I would argue (pretty well) that Sunday's were my favorite
days while I studied abroad. Sunday's at home suck, let's be real.
Laundry, homework, obligations. Well let's be serious. None of that
happens here.

Around 9 or 10 we all somehow convene. It's never planned but it
always seems to happen. We sit around and talk about what we all did
that weekend, how many countries we got to, what awesome stuff we
finally took the time to do in Roma. Everyone loved it, because we all
cared, we all wanted to hear (and we wanted travel tips).

Maybe we had some wine, maybe we didn't do any work. Maybe it was my
favorite part of every week. This little accidental tradition was one
I looked forward to, I was always so happy to be getting back to
campus that I didn't even care how expensive that damn cab was.

I am going to miss Sundays. Next semester; Sunday night wine nights
with aperitifs. No Facebook invite, everyone will just know to walk on
over to Pratt and share our stories together. Deal?