I've lived in the same house for my entire life. We live on a farm, seven miles away from Madrid, where I went to high school. It's a typical small town. Everyone knows everything about everyone else. We have two gas stations- one of which I work at- a drug store, two restaraunts, a car wash, a super market, and a Subway. I have a few really good friends, a lot of friendly acquaintances, and no mutual enemies. Just people that I annoy, and then other people that annoy me. Oh well. As the great Bob Marley said, "Different strokes for different folks." Smart guy.
Now, during the school year, I live in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and I go to college at Kirkwood. Yeah, it's fun. I'm enjoying it a TON. First semester was a little difficult, but I was still naive to the fact that life GOES ON, even when you're not there. Life here kicks ass. I love the people I've met. I live with Jenni, a girl that went to Madrid with me, but we weren't friends really until this year. Now, come to find out, we share a lot of the same opinions on stuff. We get along really well. Our apartment kicks MEGA ASS (by this i mean it kicks one hell of a gigantic sized ass...) and our neighbors are all great. I'm going to keep the same apartment and go here to school next year and then transfer. Possibly out of state, but I'm not sure in the slightest where to yet. So anyway...