4. My friends
Over the years the kind of people that I'm friends with has morphed and changed, but they're always exactly what I need at that time. (Except Nieman--she's been my friend for the longest, and I will ALWAYS need her). My friends are interesting because they're all so COMPLICATED, with complicated lives and needs. But we love each other and need each other. A year ago I REALLY needed something, and I found them. They've been great and helped me a lot. I'm so happy to live with them.
My trusty steed. What would I do without him? Dad keeps hinting that we'll need a new car soon because Chester's on his way out, but I refuse to consider that as a possibility. I hope he outlives me.
Ok, I hate Park Place now. It's disgusting and filthy and the management stinks. BUT--remember what it was like last year? Park Place was a safe haven for me. I fled Casa Dea to return to the warm embrace of the scary garage and malfunctioning washing machines and teensy tiny rooms. I need to remember why I loved Park Place. I can rekindle those feelings, I know I can! Plus, how could I ever leave Bishop Mott, the saintliest man in the world.