I feel like I'm ready to move out of my parents house and live by myself. Strange to say and mom might freak out if she reads this, but I think it's true, at least at the moment.

I thought about this as I was sitting upstairs in the library on this beautiful Saturday afternoon and observing the people that are in this open, round room with me. A lot of them are older--this isn't the freshman/sophomore party crowd--and they all sit quietly with their books and computers. What a wonderful, peaceful environment.

That makes me think of my future, that maybe I'll be like some of the people, far from home, living close to campus, and finding comfort in the peaceful setting of a quiet corner of my university's library.

Right now I can't imagine being lonely. In a way, I feel like Eugene Meltsner, when he waxed eloquent about the wonder of a long evening alone with his books.

But I can guarantee myself that I would get lonely, though there are lots of variables that could affect that. For instance, could I connect with a fellowship of believers that I felt comfortable and at home with?

What a beautiful day today. Mostly overcast, but not overcast in a way that is dreary--like you might think of London or Chicago in November--but in a very spring way, in a way in which the ambience is light and the views are clear and it smells like mowed grass.