Moving house

I tend to complain about a lot of things that I shouldn't, and then there are other things I don't complain about, that I should.
Case in point: my living situation here in Champaign. I've had some pretty crazy landlords in my time (like one who rang our doorbell every day to ask how we were doing, and who I tricked into thinking I had grown up in a Masai tribe in Africa and was a pro spear wielder, in case he got any ideas.)
But my landlord here was pretty nice. He picked me up at train station when I got into Champaign and did whatever he could to make the house comfortable (like fixing the furnace when it was -27, buying a tea kettle, offering me rides.).... maybe too nice. I had thought I was moving in with two ladies and the landlord was in a separate suite, but we ended up sharing the kitchen, and the other girls were never there, and when they were there, they were either drunk, passed out, or screaming on the phone with their boyfriends and moms. (I kid you not, the amount of times I was woken up to hear one of them screaming profanities at their loved ones...)
Then I found out my landlord was married, but his wife lived in another state, so he was kind of lonely.... and most of the time I would come home from school exhausted and alone, late at night, and it was just us there. Creepy, huh? Saturday night one of the girls came home really late with her boyfriend and I could hear them stumbling around drunkenly, smashing things, yelling. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning one of them burst into my room and I woke up and told them to get out. No, maybe I should be the one to get out.
I'd met a really nice girl at the church I've been going to, she gives me rides to school on the days I don't ride my bike. I asked her if I could move in with her. She was more than happy to have me come stay in 'Chateau Katie', as she called it, so I moved in this weekend.
Like night and day! I walked into my room and almost cried. It was so beautiful. I sank into bed and it was like jumping into a cloud. I realized then that the whole month I'd been sleeping on a bed that had springs digging into my back, which probably explains why I tossed and turned all night. And not one, but two pillows! And a little carpet beside the bed! And the bathroom was clean! And Katie is a wonderful person and I can hang out with her and eat breakfast together in the morning and watch tv with her if I have time.
So I'm extremely happy and feel so blessed to be living there for the remainder of my time in Champaign. God doesn't always give us what we want, but he always gives us what we need, and sometimes a little more, just to tell us that he loves us.
This morning I woke up and pulled the curtains and looked out at trees and snow, and it was so beautiful, that I felt overwhelmed by God's goodness. So I knelt on my little carpet to pray, and couldn't stop smiling.