Simply couldn't be happier... Well, not simply...

Because getting your dreams,
It's strange, but it seems
A little, well, complicated...
There's a kind of a sort of... cost
There's a couple of things get... lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you've crossed
Until you've crossed...

And if that joy, that... thrill
Doesn't thrill like you think it will...

Still.

Except, in my case... it's not a BAD not-like-I-thought.  Not at all.

It's... it's so strange.  It's right.  It feels right.  It's almost as magnificent as Columbia, but less... strident, and... and it...

It's right.  I hope I get into Random.  I'm unofficially moving in even if I don't.  Seriously, I am.  I'm in love.  I'm so...

I'm so happy.

I'm back in my room in my parent's apartment now.  I won't call it home exactly anymore.  Not now.

A month left.  Less, even.  Two weeks until my Synth paper is due. Last of classes.

And then... it's over.  All of it.

It's done. And I can be... happy. There really are people like me in the world, people who are warm and welcoming and really fucking insane and geeky and do really crazy dangerous shit.  And...

I'll... I'll go into more detail, tell stories, talk about some of my new friends and my new home... later. Maybe not much later.

After I've sealed it.  Gods, I hope I don't fuck up.  Because I can see my life, and it's there. It's all just... right there.