I'm sitting on the white hotel bed, waiting for my little brother to get out of the shower. My parents are out, buying carpet with my debit card, and I have a minute to try to wrap my head around the idea of it's being TODAY. We were able to get into my dorm last night, and unpacked the entire trunk before midnight. We didn't do any actual arranging of furniture; just filled the closet and made the bed and threw some stuff onto the desk, but it made me feel a whole lot better.

Today the sun is out, just like I've been praying. Because Gothic conventions seem to apply to my life as well as 18th century literature, I knew that I could never make it in the event of rain. But even with the sun pushing down and in from behind the closed curtains, I know it's going to be weird.