So, I have an apartment. It is close to campus, on the third floor and has a skylight. My dad helped me move boxes up and go shopping at target for all of the little things that there wasn't room for in my car (cleaning supplies, cookie sheet, the usual boredom diversions). My dad has been so good to me. He hates shopping and when I am indecisive. I have been quite indecisive this weekend finding a place. I did find an apartment and sign a lease in 28 hrs though. I think the only time he showed annoyance was on the drive up when we listened to the oldies station and I kept asking him questions. Did you like this band? Did Gram let you have a wear black so you could be like Johnny Cash? Does Willie Nelson dye his hair red? Who would win in a fight, the Beatles or the Beach Boys? I know the English are scrappy but the Beach Boys could use their surfboards. Apparently, on day three in a confined space that only merited a head shake that seemed to indicate he was beginning to consider moving again while I was out of town. We had pizza and beer for dinner, watched some football. I think all is good in the world.