Back to school...

So, though I don't often blog, and I do more facebook posts and stalking than anything else, I think it's kind of a fun way to share. 

Being back from Alaska and in Rexburg has proved to be a very difficult transition. We had 4 jobs between the two of us and it was nice to be working hard (though we only survived because we could see the goal-line) and saving money. So we talked for half the summer about going to BSU and the other half realizing BYU-Idaho was going to save us a lot of money and give us a great education. 

So here we are. Back in the Burg! I have mixed feelings about it because it was such a different place when I was single and living here. I have thus far felt like a freshman again. Hopefully it doesn't show... 

The best part of all of it though, is my best friend is with me every step of the way, and I with him. My hubby Sean. Today for example (because now that I'm married I have a syndrome called "random bursts of intense emotion") I needed to get out of the house and we went to the park where one minute we're walking and looking at the pretty fall colors, and the next I looked at Sean and just started balling! I was crying because he was just being so sweet and sat in the grass with me even though I knew he didn't want to. Anyways, welcome to a glimpse of poor Sean's life haha... I promise I'm not always that crazy. 

And to conclude it all, I am feeling much more positive about being here. I have chosen to major in Sociology and plan to graduate either next December or the Fall of 2014. Where am I going with it? Well, if I am lucky enough to get a Masters degree soon after my Bachelors, I would love to be a school counselor. But if not, then the plan is to be a Human Resource Manager or Representative of some sort. Right now, it's looking like the latter which is ok with me. I'm just happy to have such amazing professors here that teach me so much. I love reading my textbooks- and I've decided that's when you know your in the right major :) 

On to more days full of reds, orange and yellows, pumpkin-flavored-anything, haunted houses, scary movies and lets not forget my families crazy 3-months-in-advance-Christmas list! 

Memories

I'm a daydreamer. I could probably sit in the same spot for hours with my eyes closed and my head laid back reminiscing about the "good times". It's my belief that eventually, once we're done with a certain time in our lives, that that period of time becomes... independent. It's its own character with a certain smell, feel and look. It's so far away and so untouchable, but it's so distinct you think- or wish-you can just touch it... Like I remember what swings felt like when I was 3 years old. I would describe the scene as slow... sunny... milky... and melancholy.  While swinging, I had lost my shoe in the grass a few feet away and was giggling about it so loudly I was echoing! I could see my mom inside the house, making sure I wasn't getting into trouble... which of course I was-- I had lost my new white shoe! But no mind, I was out there all by myself, just swinging my cares away. I had a million different things happening in my mind-- a million different stories I was creating. The mind of a child is filled with imagination... an imagination I know but I can't seem to grasp it in it's tangible form, I only just remember it. If I could smell that same air, see that scene and feel that same careless emotion then I would indeed have just met my picturesque 3-yr-old life! And I would absorb it so quickly and intensely because I think we all want something back from our past- a piece of it given back to us again, or a piece taken away. But when times are hard, we want to meet our careless 3-yr-old selves again and play in the grass with only simple worries like missing our shoe or just wearing shoes in general. And when times are great we store those memories and lock them away so that when we need them, we can simply lay our heads back, close our eyes and re-acquaint ourselves with the many different characters of life we create. So that is my introduction to me... and the characters of life I have locked away and only get out when I need one. Those sweet moments in life when you know that God is good and his hand is in each one of those memories.