I have a new job! Monday will be my first day as a financial aid advisor at Ole Miss. I'm beyond thrilled to be moving back to Oxford...funny how a town I'd only visited a couple of times before I turned 18 has so completely made itself my hometown. It's certainly not as if I haven't made frequent visits in the past two years, but there are still so many things I look forward to having nearby...burgers from Handy Andy, quiet time on the balcony at Square Books, Thacker Mountain Radio, lazy browsing at the Mustard Seed...
Now if I can just find a roof to cover mine and Charlie's heads...could there BE a worse time to be house/apartment hunting in a college town? I'm having a hell of a time. It doesn't help that I'm a lightish sleeper and don't do well with next door keggers on work nights. Yeah. My 18-year-old self would be staring at me with baffled disapproval right now.
