Friends and a Home.. Always

This weekend was one of the best in a long time. Every time I go back to BCS, its like I am going home. Teachers, students, and faculty change, but the feeling remains steadfast. I would give anything to be 17 again for a week. Run through the student centre to rugby practice, sit and talk for hours with Ben about absolutely nothing, mud slide with the Gillard girls... Or just listen to the song birds every morning when I wake up.

To have a place so special that it brings tears to my eyes is a true blessing. I can solemnly swear that BCS was the best 2 years of my life. The hardships I endured, the successes, have moulded me into who I am today. With a heightened understanding of love, family, and friendship, I want to think of myself as a compassionate person because of BCS.

The true test of what BCS did for me is in the friends that I have. This weekend was like any other we would have had at the Lion. The bridge of friendship jumped right over the 2+ years I had not seem some people to make it feel like it was only yesterday. I sat out on Max's porch last night and we talked for hours. Not everyone is fortunate to have a friend like him and many others I have from BCS. We share an unconditional bond of love that I know will never die.

Family. My second family. I am sitting here wondering, does everyone feel this? Or are some of us oblivious to the godsend of having phenomenal friends? When was the last time you spoke to your old best friend... all it takes is a phone call. 

What is a friend? A single soul in two bodies.

Can you feel it?