I hate the fact that I've had this blog for over a year now, and I fail tremendously on writing in it everyday. It literally irks me that I have to catch up on myself before I write a blog now... almost like I have to sit here for days writing about what happened just to make the most resent stories make sense... GRR...
Anyway, to make a long story short, I got accepted to BYU-I a couple months ago and I should have prepared for this day to come (the day I move), but instead I go out and be with friends, work 50 hours a week, and sleep... Why couldn't I just been a good girl and gone to the DMV to get my license renewed? Why didn't buy more luggage to take more things with me? Why did I have to meet the best person I've ever met and leave her behind? ... who have I turned into? ... seriously.
The more I think I about this, the more it freaks the crap out of me. I'm sitting here in my room in Florida and I have a corner filled with things my Mum is going to ship for me to Idaho... it's depressing.
Last night, I was Skyping with my best friend Jemma and we both started crying. It's been over 3 years since I've cried like that. I really love Jemma. She's the best thing that's happened to me in Florida. I honestly believe I moved down here for many reasons, and one of them was to meet her. She saves me. She really does.
Florida had done so many things to my life. I've held a great job working as a Kitchen Manager, I've met awesome church friends, I've moved past the past, I've gained a true sense of self, and I've taught myself some of lives most important lessons. I've grown into an adult. I have Florida to thank for that.
