Roommates, Cats, and Options

Something that at least a few of you know about me is that I am a sophomore in college.  At the university I attend, it is required for students to spend at least their first two years living on campus unless they are within commuting distance.  That was fine for me.  I didn't mind living on campus.  I was excited to be in the dorms.  When I got here I was ecstatic to find that my roommate is a fantastic person who doesn't preform seances and cleans up after herself.  We got to know each other and within the first few months of living together we became very close friends.  We are living together again this year and in short, she knows more about me and my past than almost anyone else in this world.  (That may be saying a lot considering I am not exactly a closed book.)  She is a very dear friend of mine now and means a lot to me, but we are enter the spring semester and now I have no idea where I am going to live next year.  I would love to live with my roommate again as she has similar beliefs and values to my own however, my roommate has a fiance and she has chosen to live with him next fall.  I was fine with this until I realized, after asking several other people I am friends with on campus, that I have nowhere to live next year.  So I gave myself some options.  Keeping positive right?

Option 1: Take out an extensive school loan (more so than what I already have) and rent an apartment by myself.  This wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't adopted a cat that I happened to fall in love with and now can't let stay with her foster family much longer.  Apparently owning a cat in an apartment is slightly expensive.
Option 2: Somehow, magically talk one of my friends into being my roommate next year in an apartment and asking them not to do one of the following: transfer to a different school from here or go to a different school out of high school (I have quite a few friends who are graduating form high school this year).
Option 3: Let my cat live with my parents who are hopefully buying a house as of this summer and I would stay in the dorms for at least another semester with a random roommate that is currently unknown.
Option 4: Let my cat live with my parents as mentioned above, but I would find one friend to finish off a group of four that is started with me and 2 other friends.  Currently there are three of us and we need a fourth so we could possibly get a suite on campus next year.  However, this is expensive and finding a fourth person is highly unlikely.
Option 5: My final option... I would transfer my sorry butt back to my hometown, live with my parents, and go to school at the university that I have been avoiding since I was old enough to realize what it was.

So here I am with at least 2 valid options, one that I could possibly make work, and two that I would have to rely on too many people to make happen for me.  I am a big believer in getting things done by myself; only asking for help when absolutely necessary.  Some of you can attest to that.  Right now I am just going nuts trying to figure out what to do.  I'm frustrated and concerned and as an old friend used to call me, I'm being a little worrier.

All of this is not conducive to living gloriously.  In fact, its kind of the exact opposite.  So right now, I am mustering up all of my patience and courage, and I am trusting that somehow, the answer will come to me and I will not end up living in a box next year.  So anyway... That is my rant for the day.

All the best my phenomenal readers
Live life gloriously!
Maria

Rediscovery, Poetry, and Self

Hello Readers!
I apologize.  I had told you that I would post at least once a week and I have not been doing that.  You see, although I have had lots of things to say, I have not been able to find the words to say them.  As I mentioned before, this blog is supposed to be a way for me to rediscover myself, but apparently the holidays are not a good time to find one's self.  That is until today.
I have a friend who writes poetry.  Well I have several friends who write poetry, but this friend in question writes the most beautiful love poetry I have ever read.  Today I read a poem of his that was about his relationship with his parents.  As I read it I wanted to cry.  I would give you this poem to read my friends, but I want him to stay anonymous and I don't want to share what isn't mine.  That is not the point, however.  The point is, I find it amazing how one person's words can touch someone so deeply.  I posted one of my very amateur poems a few weeks ago and I know very well that it will reach few, if anyone.  Because of a few friends of mine, I have a new goal.  From now on when I have a strong emotion or a meaningful event happen to me in my day to day life, I will write a short poem that describes that moment in my life.  My hope is that one day soon I will be able to look back and say, "hey, that was a defining moment and I'm glad that writing about it got me to where I am now."
As you can see I am pretty hopeful.  In the end it doesn't matter what I say here.  I am doing my best to live my life with fulfillment and gloriousness.   (Yes I realize 'gloriousness' is not a word.)  Recently it has been tough to do, but I will keep doing it because I know that it will help me figure out who the heck I am, and maybe in the process some of you will find a new you that wasn't even a glimmer before.
Well my wonderful readers, thank you for sticking with me today.  I rambled a little, but don't I always?  :)
Read some poetry, friends, and live life gloriously.
Maria