Exciting News update!!!!!

Wooooooohoooooooo!!!!!!! Hip hip hurray and oh happy happy day! :) :) :)
So I returned from another cross country meet to the usual routine: Grandma critiquing my laundry load and asking random senseless questions and telling me about the grocery shopping of the day. She really wasn’t all that bad. In fact I got quite a little crack-up as she started telling me about an eighty-year-old lady at her church. She was describing how every time you saw this woman she’d tell the same stories, and how she wore diapers and wouldn’t wear pants and sometimes you could see her slip peeking out from her dress. And this is coming from the woman whose unbuttoned blouse exposes the blessing of a bra which is the only barrier between the world’s view and the sagging octogenarian breasts beneath, as she finishes recounting anecdotes of my youth which I have heard about a dozen times a week….ah, Grandma…but I have new hope, because….
I’m escaping!!! It’s so amazing I find it hard to believe, but I think I have decided. I had my misgivings because, after all, Grandpa sure appreciates me and it’s nice to have a rent-free place with food and laundry and space and coziness. But after weighing those costs against my sanity, relationships, and responsibility-accumulation, I think ultimately leaving won’t be so bad. So here’s the deal:
A dear, wonderful friend who I have known since the sixth grade and been a joy and guide to me throughout my Biola experience, and is finishing her student teaching right now, has been living in a cozy little apartment in La Habra this semester with three other young ladies. However, long story short one of the girls is leaving, which means an open spot will need to be filled. I’ve been to the apartment several times and it’s really great, and I know a bit about the logistics of how things run there (though there will be plenty to arrange still). But I have been invited to join the remaining three, all of which majored in teaching at Biola and the one I’ll be in a room with is going to be student teaching at the same time I am. She also happens to be one of the most genuine, caring, amazing people I’ve ever known. So I get to live with girls—my own age—that don’t hate me and abuse me! With no bloody toenails all over the bathroom floor or grouchy glares perpetually eyeing me or toothpicks on the ground to impale my toes on…oh I am pretty darn thrilled here. I haven’t told her the news, yet, but the more I think about it the more excited I get. It really makes things endurable these days. More details will come I’m sure, but for now I’m heading outta here! Thank you, Allison!!!! :)