So, for the past month and a half, I've been living in the most fabulous apartment right across the street from campus. I can walk to work in two minutes, jog to the gym in five, and stroll to most of my classes is less than ten. I even live right next door to a campus parking garage! Life is perfect.

Except for the fact that I've been parking outside of younger brother's dorm, a good 10--15 minute walk away. This would not be too terrible if I didn't have to do things like grocery shop midweek, or leave the house at 7:00 am to substitute teach. (That is an awfully early walk.)

Today, little brother finally got the parking office to switch us to the garage right next door: yippee! I even have a sub assignment tomorrow morning, and don't have to walk over and get the car tonight! Hurrah and hurray, lame though it is. I feel like I'm edging closer to being a grownup, somehow...not having to dodge freshmen every time I go to work must have that effect on me.