It's soo new and exciting!!

I love love L.O.V.E. new things! Especially when it is as big as an apartment! ;) I have moved into my new apartment and I am providing you with pictures now that I am more than 90% moved in. It was a quick move, but one that was very enjoyable and exciting. There are about 10 reasons why it is so exciting and I'll tell you them right NOW!

Reason 1:

A lot of my cousins live here. Like Heather (her blog is under my list of blogs that rock and it's heathermegan) and her husband James, Jordan and Cassie, Jordyn Georgianna (my soon to be new sister!) and others.

Reason 2:

The new Sammy's in Rexburg is here... in Rexburg. :)

Reason 3:

Cause this is my bedroom.

Reason 4:

And this is my Bed.

(Thanks to my Aunt Susie, I am not sleeping on the ground or without sheets and a warm fuzzy blanket! She spoils me soo much and I am so grateful that she is my aunt!!! Thank you a million times OVER!)

And this is what my room looks like as you walk into it.. I LOVE that I get to have a queen size BED!!!

Reason 5:

This is my Living Room :)

You can kind of see a sliver of my room on the left. I am standing at my Front door so that you can see what it looks like right when you walk through the door.

Reason 6:

My roommate just bought this :) :) :) :)

Thank you new roommate for this TV!! Bless you and your unborn children.

Reason 7:

This is my kitchen with the great Kitchen table. Again, Thank you new roommate :)

Reason 8:

I almost forgot! One of the most important decisions I made was whether I should live in a place with a washer and dryer (like I said it was a hard one) or a place with a large closet. I opted for the large closet. I am not sure I will ever have one this large again.. at least until I am married and someday hopefully get a walk-in closet... someday... hopefully :)

So here it is... My new and exciting LARGE closet!

If you can't wrap your brain around how big it is, lets just say the length of it is longer than my Queen size bed. It fits almost all of my clothes. I could hang them all up but I wanted to be able to not have to Shove my clothes into the closet, but rather hang them in there nicely with tender love and care. If you know me, you know my deep love for my clothes. ;) Especially if you've been my roommate. hahahahahahah

Reason 9:

I am living in my own place and it isn't in my Aunt and Uncle's. Don't get my wrong, I was grateful that they let me live with them, but there comes a time for all people when you just need to get the heck out of someone else's place. So I did. :) and as you can see, my place is magnificant! :)

Reason 10:

I saved the most important for last. The most exciting reason that I am here in Rexburg is because the man that I love is here. :) His name is John. I call him Johnald (yes, I made up that name and yes, I thought I was the funniest person in the world when I came up with it). He is an incredible man. We are in love and I moved here. No, I did not chase him here. He asked me to move because he loves me and wants me closer to him. When we first met, he was going to school in Canada (that is where he is from) and he changed his plans because he loves me so much to be closer to me and still be in a good school. So he applied and got into BYU- Idaho. He would have applied and transferred to BYU- Provo but he did not have enough transfer credits. Anyway, after he moved to Idaho to be closer to me, I thought that after he asked me to move, the least I could do was... well, move. So I pro's and con'ed it up with my SIL Whitney and then prayed about it, felt as though it was a good idea and made the decision to move up here. I am sorry if this Romantic love story is lacking the romance aspect as I am writing it right now. I have faced some opposition with my decision and feel that in writing this I may face some more, however I want you to know that I have never felt that my decision was wrong. John and I both feel that it was a good move for our relationship since it is becoming more serious. And I agree that if I was chasing him, it would be a bad idea. Since I am not chasing him, this move is new and exciting and it contributes to the new chapter of my life. This chapter involves mine and John's relationship to the fullest. And I intend to be completely and fully immersed in our relationship without fear and/or hesitation. I love him and it is the greatest feeling in the world next to knowing that he loves me back. :)

It is sooo exciting, this new time of my life with the people of whom I get to associate with and the bedroom I get to live in. And more importantly, the chance that John and I get to spend more time together learning to love eachother more and more everyday. I am soooooo looking forward to what the future will bring. I hope you will enjoy the ride with me. Wish me luck! As my dear friend Lori would say Sayonara!!!!!

The Beginning of a New Adventure!

I love the smell of clean clothes. I hate the idea of 6 loads of laundry. I am moving to Rexburg, Idaho tomorrow. I know. It is a new adventure and I am definitely looking forward to it. (As a side note: I like to refer to Rexburg as "Rexburger" and I tell you this so that if "Rexburger" slips in this post or future posts, you will know what I am referring to.) Anyway, I am moving to Rexburger and I am moving into an apartment complex that does not provide washer and dryers INSIDE of the apartment. So I went ahead and did myself the favor of washing the majority of my clothing tonight in order to be prepared for sharing a W&D with the entire complex. This is a very new concept to me. In the past, I have always made sure that the apartments and townhouses that I have lived in since I have been at college have been well equipped with at least a W&D. This time, I am out of luck on having the blessed blessing of a W&D so readily available to me. But, at least now you understand why I am doing so much laundry for a single person.

As for my new adventure and moving, I have found that I get serious anxiety about packing up my "-ish" and transporting it to a new/ different place. The anxiety does not come from the packing itself. In fact, packing is very therapeutic to me. It's like organizing. I L.O.V.E. to organize anything and everything. If you called me to come help you organize, I would not think it was weird in the slightest! In fact, I might just come right over and help you! ;) Well, the anxiety comes from seeing how many boxes I actually have and then thinking, "but what in the HECK are in these things!" and then realizing how useless it all is.

On the contrast, I love to get rid of things. I think that might be why I love to organize. For me, getting rid of something that has not been used or is of no use or is stupid is incredibly fulfilling! So unpacking is wonderful because as I pull things out and place them in new areas I realize how stupid some of my things are and I can eliminate! voila! Just like that, I am renewed and cleansed from the useless objects that at times take over my life.

I had an interesting day/ night last night. I went to work for my last shift (like I said in my last post) at 7 a.m. and worked until 3 p.m. and then started another job catering at 5 p.m. until 2:30 a.m.... needless to say, I am exhausted still. And today I have been visiting with wonderful old friends who wanted to say goodbye to me and wish me luck on my new adventure. It was really cool to spend time with them and hear them individually tell me how much they were "really" going to miss me. It got me thinking, hearing them say those kind things made me want to move all the time just to be built up like that. So my advice to everyone, move more if your self confidence is low. It is that simple ;)

On another note, my cousin Jordan called me up today and mention that he was in town from Rexburg. I got super excited and overwhelmed at the same time because as we were chatting I was packing and for a brief moment paused to behold the chaos that surrounded me. I had been doing my laundry, packing boxes, pulling bedding off my bed and trying to "space bag" the life out of it all. After that brief moment passed, Jordan mentioned that the reason he called me was to see if I needed any help with taking some boxes up to Rexburger. I almost cried. It was so perfect that he called at that moment. I really appreciated his timing and his willingness to unselfishly offer his entire back seat to me to place my things for their voyage to Idaho. So thank you Jordan, you were my saving grace tonight!!

My dear dear dear dear DEAR friend Stephanie came over tonight. (Yes, we have the same name) She is just Hysterical. I let it slip (cough, cough) that I had a blog and she was so excited that she asked for a shout out. So here it is Stephanie!!!! ;)

So I am off to bed! Soon enough, the next time I will write you will be when I am on the soil of Rexburger... possibly eating a "Rexburger" at the new Sammy's Cafe there. Or not.

Something New...

I was sitting at work for the last time today because I am quitting to move to Idaho (another story, another post), and I was chatting with my friend who mentioned that she was having trouble with her blog and that it wasn't working like it was suppose to. I was a bit taken by surprise because she is not the type (in my book of "types") that I would expect to have a blog. Don't get me wrong, after I learned of her blogging love, she became that "type" to me. :) And after we chatted about it for about a whole 2 minutes, she convinced me to start a blog. It was really that easy. So things began this morning, approximately 2 hours ago after our conversation. I am convinced that I need to "blog" about my life. Especially so that she could still be somewhat involved with the things going on in my life.

See the thing is, I LOVE to read blogs. Especially my SIL Whitney Ingram's blog (check her out in my list of "Blogs that Rock!"). She is an outstanding writer and executes with the perfect dash of wit to make her blog perfectly addicting. Yes. I do consider her blog one of my current drugs. I look at it almost everyday. The reason I say "almost" is because first of all, she doesn't write everyday. And second of all, I need to not let this addiction of mine take over my life. It was like the time I was in 7th or 8th grade and I had a myspace account. I remember consistently going on to myspace for what I thought was just "3 minutes", which in actuality was usually about 2 or 3 hours. HOURS. So in order to save myself from the myspace vortex, I decided that I absolutely had to delete it...without any further thoughts. So I did. And I did it proudly. Thank you. Thank you.

And then came the Facebook era, of which we are currently living in. I joined Facebook in the year 2006 and not by choice. I had a friend who had asked me a question about Facebook and if I knew how to do something on it, or what not. I had NO CLUE what she was talking about. When she found out that I didn't have a Facebook, she thought that was the most absurd thing she had ever heard and made one for me out of the kindness of her heart. Then, one of my past roommates felt that she needed to do me the favor of labeling all of my profile "likes" and "dislikes" with what she thought that I liked and disliked so that people who looked at my page could get to know the "real me". I really appreciate their hard work on behalf of my Facebook. If it weren't for them and the pity they took on me, I really believe I would not currently have a Facebook. So thank you my dear friends.

Anyway, back to my "I love blogs" rant. I do love blogs, but for some reason I have always been highly intimidated by the fact that if I ever got one, someone would actually read it. I know, it seems slightly ridiculous for me to truly care whether or not someone will read this. I am not planning on telling anyone about it, so why would I care who reads this. :) However, if you know me and you are reading this, I am sure it is because it either slipped from my very own lips or someone I know told you.

I want to talk to you about my blog title "The Heart of My Life". It was a tough one as I was sitting and thinking about what I wanted to title my blog and if I even wanted a title. I was remembering back in April when I wrote a long text late one night to a cousin of mine, Nicole, who had just had a brand new baby girl. If you know me, you know that I am very close to a lot of my cousins. And Nicole is not excluded from that closeness. Anyway, around the time she had her baby, my dear sweet Grammy passed away from Pancreatic Cancer in her lungs. (I know, its weird because she was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer in her pancreas and had the surgery to get it removed and she survived it. The odds of surviving one of those is slim and the odds of surviving both is inconceivable. Yet, my Grammy was a fighter and she did both! But her luck did not last because the cancer spread into her lungs.) I was close with my Grammy, very close. So close that me and another cousin of mine named Brianna would go almost every sunday for about a year to eat dinner with my Grammy and then sit for an hour or two and record her life history. It was sooo incredible. I recommend the opportunity to EVERYONE. Please do yourself a favor and take it if you ever get the chance. Well, the way my Grammy's death and my cousins new baby relates to my title is... well, may be a little difficult for me to explain so bear with me. Since they both happened around the same time, I started to think a lot about the process of life. I thought about how it amazing it is that when one door closes, another seems to always present itself or another seems to swing open and something just shoves (not pushes) us through. I thought of both my cousin and my Grammy because my Grammy had lived a wonderful life that was full of love and happiness, pain and heartache. By the time she had passed, she had mentioned to me that she was ready to go and that she had been preparing to meet her Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. She wanted to thank them and praise them for their love and concern for her that she always felt was in her life. In contrast with the passing of her life, was the blessing of my cousins new baby girl. This beautiful baby is healthy and has yet a whole world and life ahead of her. The whole situation that I was thinking about was an incredible miracle to me, of which I considered to be the heart of our lives. We live our lives everyday with new adventures and new opportunities. The heart of it is who you are as you are living your life, whether old or young. So this is part of my new adventure of my life. I constantly feel that I am on a new adventure everyday and everyday that I am on it, it helps to further define who I am, and what my hearts greatest intentions are. So... if you know about this blog then know that you are joining me on my new adventure of my life and of this crazy blog that I have no idea what I am doing or writing about.... wish me luck!!!