home on the range
So here I am at home in my new home.
Thus far, I am rather pleased with the place.
I kind of like this place - I may be paying a hundred dollars more than I paid back in Conroe, but I am definitely getting what I paid for. I get about a hundred extra square feet of space, newer appliances, and a heck of a lot more counter-space in the kitchen. I also get to live in a duplex so that I am the only neighbor on the first and second floor, which makes me less self-conscious about being so darned clumsy and dropping things on the floor.
Better still, I am merely a ten minute walk from the entomology building!
Of course, the rest of my classes are held on the opposite end of campus - but I am not really complaining. My only real complaints would be with the plumbing, which seem to have been partially clogged by the previous resident's long black hair.
I would also note that my apartment backs up onto the edge of a nature preserve, which is full of living and thriving things - all of which are being eaten by a large chorus of frogs that sing me to sleep at night. Except the ones that are being eaten by alligators. Or armadillos. I lived in Texas for well over eight years discontinuously, and I could count the number of times I encountered a living armadillo in the flesh on one hand - but last night while walking home from a local coffee shop, I nearly tripped over two! The goofy things didn't move until I was almost right on top of them, and as I had mistaken them for rocks in the dim lighting... when they jumped - I jumped.
Kind of exciting in a freaky sort of way.
Once the adrenaline died down, it made me laugh.
I still wish I had someone to share it with, you know?