So I'm back. In Columbus, I mean. I moved into my new apartment yesterday. Well, actually it's my friends' apartment; since I'm only going to be here a few more months (yay graduation!), I'm living with a few of my friends in their new apartment. I didn't have to sign a lease, so I can just move out when I'm done and not have to worry about the kind of problems I had last year (quicknotes version for those who aren't up-to-date on my problems: 12 month lease, found someone to sublet, housemates decided last minute they did not "approve" of the person for no particular reason, me left with rent to pay).

So far this living arrangement tops last year by a mile--the gals I'm living with haven't yelled at me for my "untasteful" clothes once, no one's preached anything to me yet, I'm allowed to leave and come back whenever I want to, and they actually know how to change the toilet paper rolls (I swear my housemates last year just didn't know how to).

Though I'm in Columbus, Cincinnati hasn't let go of me quite yet--I'm still working for the Nursery, albeit a hundred miles away, already have plans to go back Thursday to celebrate my Mom's birhday and help my brother through his first-ever surgery, am already booked to drive the kids to school several mornings next week when I'm in town, etc., etc., etc.

Our Fall Sale at work is completely over, and I'm still waiting to hear the final figures. We were hoping for a record year. I already know it was record in other ways: several people were injured (compliments the hurricane) and after walking across acres putting plant after plant back after people changed their mind and dumped the merchandise wherever they pleased, my colleague imparted some special wisdom that touched us all: "There's a special place in Hell for people who don't put stuff back where they got it."

If I ever own my own business I'm going to make that into a sign. And in the meantime, remember to put my second-thought items back from whence they came.