I sit here this 67 degree evening with the windows blowing in a nice breeze,
blowing my wet hair, back and forth, listening to the crickets chirp.
And realize, how much I love this house which I reside.
I love the character it has, and trust me, it's quite a bit.
From the Paradise Cove poster that is hanging by the front door
to the vintage rope Owl hanging behind out couch.
The fish aquarium that belongs to Chelsea.
The HUGE TV that was left behind from someone else.
The 1960's orange chair and the wallpapered kitchen drawers.
Maybe even more than the house, I love the location.
I leave at 8:18 and am in my 8:30 class with a few minutes to spare.
I feel pleased every time I hear the clock tower go off on campus "whilst"
(yes Lori, i used it) sitting in my room.
I love that my calfs have grown twice as big from the old main stairs.
The parking lot in the back is always full with welcome visitors.
I like my own room. I can do whatever i want, when i want.
I can't wait for visitors to come visit (Q.HALL)
I love the girls that live with me.
All so different, yet we all love each other.
It's simply just wonderful.
Here are some pics of my room:



On a side note, I get to see this wonderful lady this week.

It's been 17 months.
TOO LONG.
can't wait ms. shoko.