Wowza.

In about two months, I'll have a totally new home. No dirty dishes to grumble over in the kitchen, no random sibling battle royales; no nothing.

Please understand, I love my family. With every piece of my being, I can say that even 40 minutes away will sometimes feel like hours and hours.

But come August? I'm done with kitchen duty. Sure I get classes and a [hopeful] new job, but this is gonna be great.

My roommate and I are already clicking, I have friends going to school in Baltimore, and I can pretty much come home in less than an hour?

I can't even begin to express the joy I feel right now.