New home.

Today I went a viewed a three bedroom house in a cute, quiet neighborhood close to downtown. I have moved 12 times in my pretty short life but I don't think I've ever been as excited as I am now for time number 13. The house has hardwood floors and a gas stove. I wanted the former and my room mate wanted the latter. I'm hardcore crossing my fingers that we manage to get this house.

I have been living with my Vietnamese mother and Southern father alternately for 16 years. I am looking forward to the opportunity to create a little home that's solid for myself. I've already begun collecting dishes like a madwoman..

Home again.

I'm back in my home town after five and a half weeks in the camp valley. I'm happy to be home (although the temperatures have soared) but I miss the people, the place, and the energy greatly. When I started back home I had this ideas that I would try, as always, to bring certain things back home with me. I wanted to keep waking up somewhat early (I've always had bizarre sleep schedules and camp is the one time of year that I have a regular one) and wake up to do what we call "morning exercises" at camp.. So far I have managed to do each of those a grand total of two times.

It's been a stressful two weeks as I re-write my resume, learn to write cover letters, and look for a place to live. I viewed an apartment today that was in a depressing building but had wood floors. I'm hoping to see a few more before I make a final decision but time is growing short before my housemate and her two cats show up in town.

Alright, off to mail a care package to my friends that remain in the valley.