After many strenuous hours of moving from home-home back to school-home, then from one dorm to another, I believe that my roommate, my suite-mates, and I have finally gotten situated--at least for now. I must say that any doubts about what moving would mean (mostly because I have left a bundle of wonderful friends in Caldwell Hall), have been subjected to the demolition of my heartfelt appreciation of Helen White. Glorious room 209 is not only spacious and quiet, but allows me to see the library and the wonderful scampering people who are walking across campus. My window has a false balcony. What is better? Only the fact that I live with Lauren, Rebecca, and Natalie. They are truly beautiful women. Someones are going to be very happy because of them one day.
This semester holds truths, realizations, struggles, fears, lessons, laughter, plans, work, words, and more. Each are to me, unknown and deeply anticipated with soaring hopes. I don't know where I am going. But, I do know, that where ever I will end up has points along the way; points at which I will arrive in some state with something to learn. This is going to be good.
As it is 2:26, I am falling asleep with James Taylor.
