Cogs can think.

You have these people, with whom you just *connect*. It’s a connection that’s not easily explained, certainly not with nothing but text.

I have a few of those people. I met up with one of them yesterday. She’s a girl with whom I basically spent my entire first year of Psychology. We basically did every assignment together, commuted together, spent the time in class together, you name it. We were really good friends, and I still deeply appreciate how she came to pick me up and bring me home after a certain not-to-be-explained event at the MacGuire in big city Alkmaar.

After the first year, she stopped Psychology. I really felt sad about that. But, it was definitely for the best– she is now doing something that fits her much, much better.

The really bad thing about her leaving was that we didn’t keep in touch very well. Especially in the 2nd half of the following schoolyear, the contact watered down. I was far too busy with everything surrounding me mum and of course with the hard decision on my end to also stop Psychology (promoted by me to ‘best decision of the century’).

You can imagine how happy I was when she IMd me Tuesday, asking if we could meet up at my university in Amsterdam to do what we did best in our year of Psychology– hang out at the DE Café in the Medicine Faculty.

But to get back to that mushy connecting stuff– you can now understand why I came to my first paragraph of this post. There was none of that awkwardness that you usually have with people to whom you haven’t spoken in a while. We got talking without hesitation, as if nothing’d ever happened.

And Sascha, I like that :).