I am sitting alone at McDonald's, having bought a cookie because I feel an intense guilt for using wi-fi without paying a token fee. We still don't have internet hooked up at our new home, because it just doesn't seem to be a priority at 9:00 a.m. when I can't find a decent pair of jeans that aren't covered in paint (the benefits of DIY projects on a new home). I spend my morning rummaging through boxes in the basement, finding salad spinners and a campstove, but no jeans. By 2:00 in the afternoon, the internet is a major priority as scholarship deadlines loom and I need to work. So, I head to McDonald's instead of school because I am still wearing paint-covered jeans. I spread out hundreds of applications and flyers on scholarships, and try to focus my mind while blocking the announcements that Order 39 is now done. And this is why I hope that we don't move again for a very, very long time.