Idoloonie

It's hard to imagine loving any American Idol contestant more than I love Kris Allen.

And now he has a new cover of "Let it Be" on iTunes. Buy it in the next 24 hours and the proceeds go to Haiti. My new goal is to convince the music world that he should do an entire album of Beatles covers. His version of "Come Together" is one of my favorite songs. Join me in my quest, and watch this season of American Idol on mute. Blech.

New homes

Eisenhower hall is my new work home. (Betsy, call me if you get lost. You don't have to follow the kids with long hair.) Slowly but surely, I am working my way through campus to the holy grail of Hale Library. I have now worked in Fairchild, Anderson and Eisenhower. Just one more building between me and sweet freedom. Here's to hoping I can skip over Holton.

So... long story short - the job I applied for back in November called me two weeks ago and offered me the position. Apparently the lady that they hired has to move back to Oklahoma so they came calling. Opportunity never knocks when it's supposed to. So far my career keeps twisting and turning in the strangest ways. I'm 75% done with a masters in Library Science and still wondering if I should have gone the College Student Personnel route. Though I seem to be getting work without it, so who knows. It is clearly taking on a life of it's own.

This is my last week at the ELP. It's so bittersweet. I've left jobs before, but this was my first big kid, full-time, benefits and responsibility position. Because of everything that was going on when I was hired and when I started, I feel like my ELP family really brought me back to life. Sweet, crazy, baffling ELP. I will miss you even more as the memory fades of all the ridiculous and tedious things that I did everyday. Hindsight is beautiful.

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Since all this change is coming, I decided it was finally time to figure out my living situation. Steven and I have been looking and falling in and out of love with houses for a month, and then Friday afternoon it all came together. It's a little red house with a yard, garage, washer/dryer, dishwasher, big living room, study and wood floors. Perfection. We're even within walking distance to campus and Dara's. All that walking will be negated by a huge spike in slushie consumption. It can't be helped. Our landlord is a real estate agent, and I'm hoping that if we continue to love the house we can buy it in a year. Of course, that sounds an awful lot like a life plan, and we all know how well that works these days. But I'll keep optimistically moving forward. The only downside is that we move in April 1st, which means that for the second Easter in a row I'll be in Manhattan instead of Garden City. There's always a catch.

Next morning perspective

My love for the Carriage House has faded.

Which leaves my heart open for this adorable bungalow. Redirect your vibes, please.

House hunting

I'm in love with this house.

The odds are stacked against us, but it feels meant to be. Send out good vibes if you agree.