New Zip Code.

Hey! I'm alive! Wierd huh? I've been living her for about two weeks and two days. But I seriously feel like I've been here FOREVER. No joke. Well, an update on me. The first week was rough, second week was better, and the weekends are very good to me. I remember in high school, on every sunday night, I DREADED going to school the next day. But here, at college, every Sunday night I don't really dread, I sort of look forward to it, but only sort of. The difference is that seriously every night here, is always an adventure. I'm sure it's probably going to take it's toll on me, but I don't ever get into bed until midnight. Curfew is midnight every night except Fridays, which is 1. I get up pretty early every morning, but luckily on MWF's I get done at 11:15 each day. AND I LOVE THAT. Tues and Thurs are a different story. I don't get done with school until 4:15 :( Buutttt that's only two days a week, during the week, so I ain't complaining. Besides, Tuesday my last class is canceled for the day. That makes me happy happy to be done on Tuesday at 1:45. Well, a little on my roommies. They're absolutely great. I'm a lucky ducky. My roommie roommie is really sweet, and I love her because she talks in her sleep. Every single night. Haha. I get excited to go to sleep just so that I can hear what she has to say for the night. Some nights she talks to invisible people, some nights I have conservations with her and she doesn't remember, and some nights she cries out random stuff. I just lay there and laugh. I love her though. The Carriage House (where I stay) is actually like perfect location and I really like it. It only takes me about 4-10 minutes to get to different classes, I go home after every class and nap before the next... or else I won't stay awake. Haha. But classes aren't too hard, just I have been learning how to be truly responsible. Bleh. The apartment is really nice. Very home-like and cozy, and everyone here in Rexburg is super duper nice. You can literally walk up to anyone and your friends with em, instantly. No joke. It has been soo nice to have Chayla here, we've grown pretty close and I absolutely love her roommates. I'm there at their place more than mine. Haha. I walk everywhere, by the way. Everynow and then I get to be in a car, but I forgot what it's like to drive everywhere, and just driving itself. There's lots of fun places nearby, and there's kinda always something to do. For the first week, I didn't sleep very well. But I sleep pretty good now! I don't have church til 1, so I get to sleep in. My ward is pretty nice. The bishop is absolutely awesome! And I went and got myself a calling. Baha, not really. But I guess that's what I get for always hanging out with Chayla's roommates, which one happens to be the Relief Society President. Soo, yeaa. I already have a calling. Relief Society Compassionate Service Leader. I guess I'm all grown up now! I miss home. But I'm not too homesick. I email home every sunday, and sometimes I'll just call home. Whenever I hear my dad's voice I get really teary eyed. I miss my dad. Sometimes I feel like all I need is a daddy hug. I miss my mom's food, and I miss hearing her yell at the boys when they're being naughty. I miss Josh being annoying, I miss wrestling with Landon, and I miss hearing Kyle talk ENDLESSLY and his little girlish squeal. I miss my dog and my horse. I miss my room, singing in the shower, and I REALLY miss singing in my car out LOUD. I miss the farm, and the country and the smells. Okay, so maybe I'm homesick a little. But I'm having fun. I can't wait to get a package from home. It'd better be here by Monday. I like having familiar faces and things around me, so that I don't feel so alone. Tyler and I hit our four months yesterday. Baha. He's been such an amazing boyfriend, and I look forward to whatever is next. We went on a date last night and it was really good to be the old us for one night, because I don't see him at all during the weeks. I miss him and love the kid. But life is life. College is college. I enjoy the moments that I finally get with him. I miss summer too. That was such a good time. But Rexburg is being good to me. And I like it alot so far, and I still can't believe that it's only the end of week two. Welp, I just wanted yal to know I'm doin good and college ain't too shabby! Love you all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Miss yal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boxes and suitcases.

Holy moly. My room is becoming empty. Boxes are full of my shoes, food, decorations, and random small things. Suitcases contain all my clothes, except the ones I am leaving behind. My bed is bare, no pretty blue comforter, not one pillow, and basically everything... is sort of ready. I am leaving behind a lot in my room, but I still feel like I am taking way to much! It is so hard to decide what I need, because I really won't know until I'm in Rexburg and I need it! So, I'm just playing it safe, and taking lotsa stuff. Today, while my brothers were gone at school, and parents at work, I did the last of the packing by myself. I will admit, I got a little teary eyed and had to stop just so I could breathe a little bit. I am so anxious and so excited, but it really doesn't cover up how frightened I am. I'm already homesick. I was texting Maren about some things that were troubling me, and she said something that applies to every little thing that is worrying my mind right now. "Don't try and figure it out. Let Heavenly Father figure it out for you." I stared at the words for a couple of seconds, and thought. It's so true. I'm about to go off and experience a completely different stage of life, and this is my only chance to mature on my own. I just need to woman up, and trust that Heavenly Father is going to take me where I need to go, and help me do what I gotta do. As scary as it may be to see my room emptying out, to know that tomorrow morning is the last morning I wake up in my bed, to know that today I have to say goodbye to people (heck, I ain't putting ANY make up on today, I'm just gonna cry it off anyway), and just knowing that I leave tomorrow bright and early... it's okay. It's scary. But I need to remember; my life starts tomorrow morning. Like, the real thing. I need to remember that it's going to be FUN. So much fun. And it's going to be hard. So so hard. But I will have the time of my life, and before I know it, it'll be time to pack up my apartment to move for the next semester. And then, it'll be time to come home for a summer. The only thing that brings me comfort to leave; I always will have a place to come home to. And that makes it alllll better.

 

 

 

 

Freaky.