(This post would not be possible without Meredith, who is on internship in Pine Ridge, SD)
|As funny as this is, I think "fresh" is the|
best way to describe this dill.
We both have such different internships, hers on a Native American reservation, with no permanent parish home, and mine in urban Denver in a congregation of Sinners and Saints and no permanent building. But, we were still able to share one of our mutual loves: grocery shopping.
It's easy to feel a little lonely on internship (even when living with 9 people) because the people you've spent 2 years in really close proximity with are now scattered all over the country. Skype, Facebook, blogging, and such certainly make communication much easier than in the past, but there is something about being face to face that is so much better, and so much more real. I am indebted to the interstate highway system and 75 MPH speed limits which both allow me to see a great friend and colleague in only 3 hours if we meet halfway. It helps me to see that with a little effort, we are all within reach, physically or digitally, and that just because we are in new places doesn't mean that we are forever cut off from each other.