better

A quick post so I don't leave you, the reader in a place of despair per my last posting...

I found a place to live, and a good one at that.  I am super relieved beyond imagination.  I can't tell you how much less anxiety I've dealt with the past few days, knowing I have somewhere to go (and in less than three weeks).  About a week and a half ago, I posted something about "things I'm not really interested in" dealing with regarding a living situation on facebook; there was an entire list of about 8-10 things (i.e. living with boys, or dramatic girls, or people I work with, or moving across the river into St. Charles), and within an hour or less, the mom of one of my old girlfriends from college commented, asking if I'd want to live in their basement.  We took some time, thought about it, and then met on Monday to hash out the details.  I think it's going to be a really good situation, whether temporary or longer-term.  They are empty-nesters of seven kids and from what I can tell, it seems like they're just looking for a third personality to balance things out between the two of them.  Plus, they're really wonderful people and have a firm desire to see me get out of a living situation with three guys... thankful doesn't even describe it.  My anxiety levels are once again in a controllable state.  I foresee that in another month or so, Katie will be back to her usual coffee-driven self.  And if you've been praying about this issue (ahem... Grandma), then you have all my thanks in the world and many hugs coming your way the next time I see you :)

I did meet the new male roommate.  I think he's finally over trying to impress me.  The first couple of days, he was really sweet and friendly.  And then he started putting his Cocoa Krispie bowls in the dishwasher with Krispies stuck to them and leaving his shaving stuff all over the vanity in the bathroom.  After a day or two, I started seeing less of him and for better or worse, our bathroom now officially smells like a man.  It's one thing to live with all of that when you're related to a guy or married to him, but I've gotta be honest, when there's no love and no sex, it's just downright annoying and ridiculous.  And of course, I still lock my door at night.

Less than three weeks, guys.  Less than three weeks...

And I am sick to death of this election.  Already.  So tired of opinions flying everywhere.  The other day, I pulled up to a student's house and there was a huge Obama sign tied between two trees right there in their front yard... to the tune of billboard-sized.  Just a subtle tribute to the Democratic National Convention, right?  No big deal.  The next day, I went to another student's house, walked in, the DNC was on the television, and both the mom and my student gave me a 10-minute spiel about why Romney is the better choice and I need to vote Republican.  Little do any of them know their poor piano teacher is completely disillusioned with both sides.  I absolutely do not care what anyone thinks regarding either candidate because nothing they say can convince me that either side is the better pick.  I'll just be glad when it's over and we can all groan together at the thought of the next four years.