I had a dream for the first time in weeks. It pulled me out of sleep this morning. In the dream, I was sitting outside an Internet cafe in a foreign country, waiting for someone. I felt afraid, sitting there waiting, like maybe who I was waiting for was too risky; unsafe, undependable. When I awoke, I couldn't shake the feeling. I found Ali in the kitchen, making her breakfast. I watched her as she moved from dishwasher, to shelf, to fridge, to sink. It began to settle in that these amenities are truly temporary and that thought and effort would be needed to replace them on the bus. "It's not because things are difficult that we dare not venture. It's because we dare not venture that they are difficult." My brain bleeds over the meaning in this philosophical quote. Could it be that consistency creates stagnancy and therefore mutes hunger for life? Are my amenities the source of my numbness? Helen Keller said, "Security is mostly a superstition. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing." Maybe we are never secure, accommodated. Maybe it is simply our outlook on life; if not an adventure, what else could life be? I imagine nothing, but recent events have jaded me. I spy a quote that needs no marking on the sill above our beloved sink: Friendship warms the heart. Adventure or nothing, I find comfort in the overwhelming number of friends who have already offered to help me renovate my new home. It is a risky business, this life. But where there is boldness, I believe there must be magic too.