Warmth and color

The ice is melting. It's still colder than back home, of course, but for now there'll be no more slipping down flights of stairs or hilly streets, thank goodness. Exams are about half over--I'll be done next Wednesday, and then I'll have four days until my parents and brother show up. I skyped with my dad and The Brother last night. Every now and then I forget how hysterical their sense of humor is. Dad thinks The Brother and I bicker, but it's not bickering, it's banter. Ridiculous, teenage banter. (I might not be a teenager any more, but all The Brother has to do is open his mouth to bring me down to his level. So much for maturity.)

My colorful quote wall is spreading steadily, blossoming over the dirty beige paint. It makes me gleeful as anything. I'm so glad I didn't spend money on half a dozen posters, even though it probably would have made the room look more ordered and maybe more sophisticated. This, though, makes the room mine. It's my handwriting, my choice of quotes, my doodles between the words. And as for color--never underestimate a box full of Crayola markers. :)