Last night was the first night spent in the new house. It was okay, nothing particularily interesting to note. However, the place is really small compared to our old house, so it's going to be incredibly tricky getting things in there. A lot of our stuff will be going into storage. In particular, most of my stuff.

Also, today was the first day of classes for me. I have three classes, but only one of them was today. That was my Painting and Drawing class. Spent most of the class drawing with chalk pastels (don't get me started on how much I hate chalk pastels). However, the class was good and I enjoyed getting back into drawing.

There are only four of us, but only three showed up today. As far as I know, I'm the youngest and I pretty much have no contemporaries (aka the traditional definition of "college-aged"). I don't know who the fourth person is, but hopefully, it's someone that is a little closer to my age.

Other than that, not much exciting stuff. I'm still doing a lot of thinking and praying, as I assume I will be for some time. At this point, I have no idea what to think. I'm kinda stuck in a loop of particular thoughts that I really want to deal with, but have no idea how. I suspect that I probably won't journal specifically about it, but it's just an indication of where I'm at.