All that ends well.

So, due to the fact that I have incredibly luck, some of which might be self-generated, but most of which is out there, somewhere, deciding to happen to me. I have moved, and started a job that I love, that I thought that I had lost-- a Delta Dorm coordinator.

I have a new address. It's in Minneapolis. I have a new roommate. I love her. I "have" thirty high school girls whom I am now "in charge" of. I love them too. They're so warm, shy, sarcastic, withdrawn, overly dramatic, and most of all-- they are real, they are mine, and goddamnit, I love them.

Kara (new roommate) and I have been struggling to unpack. Today, as we emptied boxes of stuff, we would yell out "hooray, one more box!" It was excellent.

Oh, and, I forgot to mention. Today was my birthday. I'm now a quarter of a century old. Which makes me way too old for high school boys to have crushes on. Seven years difference in age is significant, and well, frankly, just gross to even think about. Tell that to some of the dorm boys, please.