Chicago at Last

Well, the day that's been talked about for many moons has finally come. I am no longer an Ohio resident. I live in Illinois. I am living with quite the terrific family. I know Sean from school of course, but his whole family is just great. Very into the arts (violin lessons were going all day...I wanted to bring back my violin from third grade), very generous ("We'll just plan on you joining us for dinner unless you let us know otherwise"), and there's even a big friendly dog. I love dogs. Almost as much as I love penguins and dolphins and elephants.

My room is pretty much all set. I wanted to get it as organized as possible since in two days I have to pack up for Oregon for six days then get ready for Blom's wedding for another few days. The summer's off and running. Crazy. My room is nestled in the corner of the basement, with comfy carpet, a big armoire, and even a heated comforter for those cold winter nights. Joy and I put together a bookcase and mementos and pictures from Italy and Nepal are everywhere. I love it.

With that being said, I'm exhausted. So now I'm gonna head downstairs and lay down in my new bed. But not before I say goodnight to the dog.