Happy.

I continuously thank God for Community.
The tv show, yes, because it is a wonderful depiction of the community college student's life, but also community in general. The interactions of human beings who share common interests.
Generally it would also be defined as the sharing of location as well, but with the technological advances of modern society, I suppose being a fan of "thinking someone is waving to you and you wave back like a loser" like 166,000 other people would give one some sense of community I suppose. Whatever works.

But I mean real community. Seeing the same people regularly. Sharing your life, however dull, repetitive, and involving complaints of biology tests, with the same people, who at least genuinely PRETEND to be interested. People who still love you, though usually like you slightly less, when they discover who you really are underneath the dress up clothes and paper bags and venitian masks. You experience grace in a raw and gritty form.
And I didn't know how much I needed it until I experienced it.

I used to steal grace.
To have it offered, served, poured in truckloads..is an entirely different thing.