I was really hoping that I would be able to make this a lot more often. Such is not the case however, because life...as we know it is crazy.
The past week has been really crazy. In-between tests and homework and planning the Utah trip and the post-trauma of the Irvine fireside all just came at me. I forded through it. I am happy as a clam, thanks to the recent addresses given by our leaders. It truly was an edifying event. Who would've thought that I was that sensitive still? Dude, I cried when Sister Allred shared the story about her granddaughter who asked her to speak at her baptism. Have I been that grateful recently?
It was nice to put away the thought of work and social life and school which has flooded my existence here in SoCal since I came back from my mission. I really feel that there really has been something missing and I can't quite put my finger on it. I still don't know what it is. i know that I am not happy, at least not fully, because things have just been really different. I have really felt alone and estranged lately. A lot of it was my own doing. Go figure. So what have I come to terms with?
The drive up to UTAH!
Alex and I drove to St. George Thursday night. It seemed very logical that we stop halfway and spend the night rather than travelling that whole time and being tired in the morning. My friend Jake, was kind enough to let us stay. He was one of the missionaries that taught me and frankly, he is the only one who has really kept in contact with me. It is funny because he only taught me once...yet we are the best of friends.
I had spent some time with him before and we always have fun. His mother, who was down for the weekend, is an amazing lady. When I first stayed with them, she had made it so confortable that I almost did not want to leave. I keep in touch with them, because they are great people. I would have to say that I have become better because of their example.
Jake and his wife, Heather, took me and Alex out to breakfast which pretty much kept us full. It made the drive to Provo quite easily.
In Utah- Life is Crazy!
Alex and I prated ways when he dropped me off at Jesse's (Cardon) loft. I drove with Jesse to the mission reunion. Which was awkward for me considering I have not the faintest idea of what we were all there for. There were a handful of former missionaries that I was excited to see. However, I was already keeping in contact with those I wanted to keep in contact with. I thought it was worthless. It was however, nice. Jesse was mad that I left early with Chad. He wanted us all to go to the General Conference dance...uh, no. Chad and I had already planned to hang out that night so we proceeded.
Short story: Chad and I did not sleep until after three and he had a swim meet at 6:30 in the morning...needless to say, I slept. Man, was I tired. Sometimes, it is good to just say: Sorry, girls.
We went and saw the Priesthood at the Marriott Center. We met up with Kyle at the Provo Towne Center. I was jipped. He couldn't stay long. Argh! Then we met with EFY people and after that, Chad left.
I spent the night with EFY people and went to conference Sunday with one of my EFY kids, Kevin.
Are you serious?
Conference was amazing. There really isn't a way to describe it. However, you can live it. That I think is the best way to sum it all up. We sat really close to the pulpit. We were just feet away fromt he Prophet. It was an amazing feeling. To have been able to see it with such great and wonderful people is a gift of God in itself.
JD and I didn't really get to spend that much time when he drove me to Murray. I will make up for it, I promise. The same at Ammon's house...it was way weird seeing Sister Lassig there. I felt connected to Ammon a bit more, though. Like, dude, your life is as crazy as mine! We didn't get our picture though. That was the whole reason for the trip too!
Back to Life: Prop 8
When I got back into town, I was called and asked to work at a different school site. It was pretty great. It is nice to know that kids, wherever they are despises Read 180...hahaha, it felt like home. Working with the Beatty group was actually a lot of fun. It seems that they run things on their own though. It makes sense since they have large classes. So cool.
Tonight, as part of FHE, we did a little of Prop 8 walk. It is good. I love the experience.
Tomorrow I will introduce Jason...you'd like that. He has been like my best friend here. It is only befitting I do some sort of tribute for him.
06 Oktubre 2008
So Much Has Happened
I was really hoping that I would be able to make this a lot more often. Such is not the case however, because life...as we know it is crazy.
The past week has been really crazy. In-between tests and homework and planning the Utah trip and the post-trauma of the Irvine fireside all just came at me. I forded through it. I am happy as a clam, thanks to the recent addresses given by our leaders. It truly was an edifying event. Who would've thought that I was that sensitive still? Dude, I cried when Sister Allred shared the story about her granddaughter who asked her to speak at her baptism. Have I been that grateful recently?
It was nice to put away the thought of work and social life and school which has flooded my existence here in SoCal since I came back from my mission. I really feel that there really has been something missing and I can't quite put my finger on it. I still don't know what it is. i know that I am not happy, at least not fully, because things have just been really different. I have really felt alone and estranged lately. A lot of it was my own doing. Go figure. So what have I come to terms with?
The drive up to UTAH!
Alex and I drove to St. George Thursday night. It seemed very logical that we stop halfway and spend the night rather than travelling that whole time and being tired in the morning. My friend Jake, was kind enough to let us stay. He was one of the missionaries that taught me and frankly, he is the only one who has really kept in contact with me. It is funny because he only taught me once...yet we are the best of friends.
I had spent some time with him before and we always have fun. His mother, who was down for the weekend, is an amazing lady. When I first stayed with them, she had made it so confortable that I almost did not want to leave. I keep in touch with them, because they are great people. I would have to say that I have become better because of their example.
Jake and his wife, Heather, took me and Alex out to breakfast which pretty much kept us full. It made the drive to Provo quite easily.
In Utah- Life is Crazy!
Alex and I prated ways when he dropped me off at Jesse's (Cardon) loft. I drove with Jesse to the mission reunion. Which was awkward for me considering I have not the faintest idea of what we were all there for. There were a handful of former missionaries that I was excited to see. However, I was already keeping in contact with those I wanted to keep in contact with. I thought it was worthless. It was however, nice. Jesse was mad that I left early with Chad. He wanted us all to go to the General Conference dance...uh, no. Chad and I had already planned to hang out that night so we proceeded.
Short story: Chad and I did not sleep until after three and he had a swim meet at 6:30 in the morning...needless to say, I slept. Man, was I tired. Sometimes, it is good to just say: Sorry, girls.
We went and saw the Priesthood at the Marriott Center. We met up with Kyle at the Provo Towne Center. I was jipped. He couldn't stay long. Argh! Then we met with EFY people and after that, Chad left.
I spent the night with EFY people and went to conference Sunday with one of my EFY kids, Kevin.
Are you serious?
Conference was amazing. There really isn't a way to describe it. However, you can live it. That I think is the best way to sum it all up. We sat really close to the pulpit. We were just feet away fromt he Prophet. It was an amazing feeling. To have been able to see it with such great and wonderful people is a gift of God in itself.
JD and I didn't really get to spend that much time when he drove me to Murray. I will make up for it, I promise. The same at Ammon's house...it was way weird seeing Sister Lassig there. I felt connected to Ammon a bit more, though. Like, dude, your life is as crazy as mine! We didn't get our picture though. That was the whole reason for the trip too!
Back to Life: Prop 8
When I got back into town, I was called and asked to work at a different school site. It was pretty great. It is nice to know that kids, wherever they are despises Read 180...hahaha, it felt like home. Working with the Beatty group was actually a lot of fun. It seems that they run things on their own though. It makes sense since they have large classes. So cool.
Tonight, as part of FHE, we did a little of Prop 8 walk. It is good. I love the experience.
Tomorrow I will introduce Jason...you'd like that. He has been like my best friend here. It is only befitting I do some sort of tribute for him.
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