A Farewell of Sorts

When I started this blog I was 17 and living in Portsmouth. Five years later, my need to "live life out loud" has dwindled. But my desire to live a quiet but big life is ever kindled. With that, writing and sharing all my thoughts, ideas, and life events with the interwebs has lost its appeal. I know, I know. We live in the facebook, twitter, youtube, tumblr, etc. day. But, not my thing. Don't worry. Life goes on. You just have to interact with me in human form to know what new exciting things I'm doing.

This blog has seen me through a lot of exciting adventures both good and bad. I started this blog at the genesis of my college experience. Now I'm ending it at close of my grad school experience. To those who have read... Thank you!  It's been fun. 

I'm out.

Drop the mic.

Welcome to 22

After a hiatus of sorts, I've decided to return to this blog as my own little corner of the web. Granted, I rarely have enough interest in knowing what's going on in anyone's head to read facebook posts, let alone entire blog posts. But here I am anyways.

Oh my 21. What a year. Let's be honest, it was kind of the worst. Like a lot. While I was 21 I... did not graduate from grad school, cancelled my mission call, moved back in with my parents, and have done nothing with my life. Basically, I'm a winner.

But don't worry, it's not as bad as it sounds. This year has taught me that (1) things never go as planned... shocker (2) as uncomfortable as it is to admit and accept, I can't do it alone and I have to be willing to rely on other people sometimes, and maybe a lot of times and (3) I have the absolute most generous and supportive parents anyone could ask for (I already knew that, but it has been re-enforced to the max).

This year has contained the death of one of my best friends, 2 times driving to Ohio and back, 2 moves across the country, over 25 airplane rides (but really), the proposal of my thesis, one of the most fun summers I've ever had, and lots of confusion of where I'm supposed to go and where I'm supposed to be.

Last week, to celebrate the end of a year that while profoundly eventful, was not my favorite thus far, and the beginning of what I expect to be one of the best years yet, my roommates and I drove up to Kamas and hiked my favorite hike of all time. It's gorgeous and super easy. Hence, my favorite.

 

In case you're wondering where I am now and what I'm up to. I'm in Provo, working on my thesis for grad school and trying to graduate! I just decided that I am going to stay in Provo this fall. What I'll be doing in Provo this fall isn't completely clear but I always figure it out one way or another. 

Here's to being 22!

Good Mornin'

I got a little spud of a surprise from my kitchen cabinet this morning. I can't decide if its a heart, a mitten, or a dinosaur foot. 

Since the Last

Long time no post.

Since we last met, I have moved across the country, made two trips back to Utah, written a thesis, proposed my thesis, had my MTC date change twice, given a farewell talk, cancelled my mission after my farewell talk (yea, awkward), and now begun to pack to move across the country once again.

WHAT THE RANDOM? 

Over the past 6 months I have stayed on many a couches, had many a bawl fests, participated in many a thesis-sessions, and had many a supportive friends, family, roommates, leaders, professors, and ward members present and past. The theme of these past few months has been constantly staying on my toes, and adapting quickly when things change. Because it feels like they always do. And when things don't work out, there's always something just as good or better waiting. Sometimes you have to let things fall through and wait to see what great things await you. Which is where I am right now. Waiting to find out what great things await me.

My full mission call to present story will be shared soon, but here's a snippet: 

The day I decided I would be cancelling my mission call and moving back to Provo I was in Provo at my old apartment complex. I texted one of my roommates (from last semester, but once a roommate always a roommate) to inform her I had some news. When she got home from work she came looking for me around the apartment complex because I wasn't home. As soon as she walked in to the apartment I was in I just said "Do you want to live with me this summer?" She screamed "YES!" and jumped on me to give me a huge hug.

Later that day another one of my past roommates (who I lived with for a year) got home. This dear friend's wedding is this summer and I was going to miss it because of my mission. When she walked in I just said "Can I come to your wedding?" She immediately teared up with joy.

Basically, if you are one of the people who was supportive and understanding of my life changing a million times over the past few months.... THANK YOU. And the responses of my roommates was not shared to show how great I am (although I am kinda great), but to show that if I've gotta stay, I'm staying to a beautiful life full of people who love me. I'm a pretty lucky lady.