a couple of days in my (almost) new home

I've spent the past 8-9 hours in College Station looking for a place to live - it's exciting, but exhausting! I've seen a lot, and more to see tomorrow. I've seen two really good options today - 1) a brand new home being built by a friend of a friend whom I met last week and we discussed rooming together, and 2) a two bedroom two-bath almost brand new townhouse that's just gorgeous. I really like them both, but have to way the pros and cons. The home is roomier, has a two-car garage, is a HOME (without sharing walls with anyone), the roommate is already there, has a fireplace, a real backyard, and is a HOME, but is kinda farther from campus and I would share a bathroom if we got a third roommate. The town house is much closer to campus, has absolutely beautiful appliances, cheaper utilities, and I might feel more at home and equal to the roommate (who wouldn't also be a landlord), but I'd need to find that roommate first (kinda know some people I could ask), and shares walls with other townhomes and doesn't have a fully fenced backyard. I'm seeing some more places tomorrow, weighing the pros and cons, and praying about it all. If you are a pray-er and read this and think about me, I'd appreciate some prayers tomorrow (Friday).

But you know what's nice? I'm not really stressed out about making this decision. Today has been physically and mentally exhausting, but I feel like I'm making progress and it's been exciting to walk into a couple of places and immediately know that I could be at home. It's fun being down here, knowing that this is where I'm going to make myself at home in just about 2 1/2 months. The only other time I was here, almost four months ago for the interview, I spent a lot of time thinking, "Could I be at home here?" Now, there's no question. I may have my doubts, but my decision is made - this is my home and I'm enjoying this little preview :)

On another note, I've been thinking lately about how different colors affect me and how I interact with those colors. For example, I while I love wearing bright, fiery colors like orange and red, I prefer living in rooms with cooler colors - especially blue. I also noticed that I love drinking coffee from black mugs. My mom thought this was strange, and said that she preferred white mugs because she can see her black coffee better. I realized that since I drink my coffee with a little cream, the black mugs provide a beautiful contrast to my caramel colored drink. A couple of days ago, I summarized these musings into this little poem/ditty/whatever.

The Colors of My World

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, white.

I notice red.
I carry orange.
I admire yellow.
I wear green.
I relax in blue.
I bleed purple.
I drink from black.
I drive white.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, white.

I notice redheads.
I carry orange bags.
I admire yellow flowers.
I wear green to work.
I relax in my blue room.
I bleed my alma mater purple.
I drink coffee from black mugs.
I drive white cars.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, white.

These are the colors of my world.