I thank god for my roomates.  I didn't know 'Kenzie or Ashlee before and they didn't know me, and we were all nervous, but it's worked wonderfully.  I am so fortunate to room with these girls.  This is an example of how things always work out for the best.

Trying to hold onto that thought in other arenas of my life.

I'm really grateful for ChiO.  When things seem crazy, I know I can count on it at least.  I enjoy living in house.  I really enjoy getting to know better the girls in it.  I really love these girls.  I feel bad for anybody who hasn't gotten to know them because they're missing out.  I defy you to typify my house.  And if you do- well then you don't know us at all.

Sometimes I miss Belgium so much.  Most of the time I hide it pretty well, because after all, what's the point?  I can't go back, I can't afford to.  It's just that little things strike me, and at the oddest moments, all the time.  But I'm grateful for that, I want to remember.

I can feel myself starting to say goodbye to Hanover though.  I have seriously been contemplating graduating early this past week.  I have made the decision to proceed as if I am going to double major and thus stay for the whole year, but if that falls through or I change my mind, I will graduate fall semester.  There is nothing to hold me there after that, and saving a few thousand dollers is appealing.  Last semester made me start moving on, and it's really not that repungnant of a thought.  And people have changed while I was gone.  Things change, people change.

AND IT WILL BE ALL RIGHT IN THE END.