Thank you.

God, I thank you for every little detail of my oh so bland life. There are little things that make it special, big things that make me continue to live. Thanks for my family, for my friends, for the memories. Thanks for giving me free will, to choose how I want to live. To smile when I want to, to cry when I want to. To be extremely uncomitted to what I sometimes claim to be my practice of faith that tell me what it is to love God, but I know that YOU love me no matter what, and loving you back is what's most important. So thanks, thanks for letting me believe what I believe, and for letting me choose how I want to live. And you know.. nudging me into the right direction.

And because I will, never, forget you -- no matter how strange it is. I probably will never get you, your friends, and your family out of your head - especially in these times of family celebration.. and the tragedies in Mumbai I can't help but think of the many families that have lost someone.

Thank you for stopping by my door that first day and introducing yourself. Such a gentleman, so sweet. Thank you for waiting for the elevator in your pajamas and talking about our majors and plans for life. Thank you for comparing your bad luck with me.. by yelling at me while you passed my door. Thank you for tearing off the dry erase board off our door after we stole the cocks off yours :P Thanks for that last memory, watching the game with us - making fun of me for yelling at the tv. Thanks for those short, but sweet memories of which I know will not compare to any of your friends or your family but I am still thankful for what I do have.