So I'm moved out.

I have a lovely house and a lovely room and a tres "vintage" bathroom and I'm very happy about it all. Of course, there were initial tears. It's very sad moving out of your parent's house. They love you and you love them and you're very used to each other. But I think this is going to be good for me.

And now I love cooking and washing dishes...which is very odd, I know. But somehow it's all very different when they're YOUR dishes and it's the food YOU bought. I'm feeling better about life in general, really.

Anyway, the outside is quite inspiring too. There are lots of big trees and I love living in the city. I look out my kitchen window and see Clark Tower. It's quite nice.

And school started back. Gen. Psych. is wonderfully interesting, Humanities Seminar is...well...fantastic, and 20th Century Lit. starts tonight. So we'll see, but I'm feeling positive about it.
So, that's it for now. It's actually alot, I suppose.
And the beautiful new house has zilch internet, by the way. That is kind of horrible, but I'll make do.
ciao!