I am a physical touch person.  I realized the other day how much I miss hugging friends.  Sometimes I heard that it was a fad of my generation – hugging friends.  Even if you had seen them the day before.  I would stand back at Challenge and see students run across Forum Hall to hug someone that maybe they even saw earlier that day.  And maybe for some people it is something you do without thinking about it, something shallow, something you do to belong.

But, for me, a hug is worth a lot.  Receiving or giving.  And I miss them.  I hug my hubby all the time … cling to him sometimes.  And often he just laughs and shakes his head after two or three hugs in a row.  And it is great, but I really miss hugging friends.

Yesterday morning I met up with a gal I had known at K-State who lives in the Springs now.  And we hugged when we saw each other – that’s when I realized how much I miss having enough of a connection and comfortability with a friend to hug in greeting or goodbye.  I look forward to the day when I can hug a friend that I’ve made in this new city.  That will be a sign for me that there have been connections made, that this can be a place I experience community.

I like hugs.

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