So I have an apartment.

Well, technically I don't have it until 15 May, but there is an apartment and it is in all but the most technical senses is mine. It's a little ways out of town, on this failed commune that cropped up around this Meditation Retreat thing that's right next door, but it's a nice place and has the most WONDERFUL view and I shall shortly have a third floor apartment with a view of the blue ridge mountains not far from the parkway, only 15 minutes from school.

Granted, it's only a studio, so there's no kitchen, but there's a bathroom I don't have to traipse all over creation to get to and it will be mine, my own, and I can watch bad SyFy and eat whatever I want whenever I want and generally have space and I'm so excited.