I'm off to live "cooperatively" tomorrow at my new place a couple blocks from campus. My stomach is in knots and the sugarey coke I'm drinking is not helping, but it seems to be the only thing keeping me on this packing task. (As stuff is strewn about on my apartment floor while I type away) About 30 or something blogs back I talked about the anxiety I had before moving away from home for the first time. This feels similar. I finally get comfortable in my organized little room and my lease ends. I noticed that every passing day I discover something new to love about Crossing Place. I have my own personal bathroom, a big walk in closet, a kitchen that I share with just 3 other people, a big living area, and a really high bed. All that ends tomorrow. BUT I shouldn't focus on these things. I'm closer to campus, the gym is walking distance, so is everything else. I get to live with all sorts of crazy people. A walk-in closet can't replace that.