Waiting and waiting

Waiting to hear wheather you got excepted to an apartment is nerve racking. I am waiting, patiently for the most part. In my head Im planning out how I shall decorate my bathroom. What colors will be in my bedroom. Wheather to get a desk in cherry wood or dark pressed wood?
I wonder about the art I will hang on my walls? As an aspiring hobby artist I look forward to creating the works that will dress my walls. To my surrealist phase, to my impressionist phase, to my cubism.
I also ponder on my neighborhood, the hockey arena across from my building. As a midwesterner I have a respect for that fine canadian sport and look forward to catching some games. The idea of being footlose and fancy free again after spending a year of my life in hell's waiting room, is very appealing.
Getting involved in local civic organizations and politics. Attending city council meetings, holding the elected officals feet to the fire. So as you can tell Ive been busy in my head.