On Wednesday evening, I had my first late night talk with about six women from the fourth floor of Brown (I live on third). We had a great time chatting and telling stories. Such times go a long way toward making me feel at home. Sharing stories is one of the chief ways in which I communicate about myself, so I love lounging around with new friends sharing our lives, getting to know each other in the context of who we were.
Stories build communities. We laugh together, we cry together, we show our humanity and find those things we have in common. I look forward to many similar evening chats (and maybe even some healthy debates) with my new community.