Someday, I'll Be Living In A Big Old City...

Today, I came to a conclusion about my life.

I am going to live in a city. A big city.

Somewhere with a park in the center, and an art museum within walking distance. I will live in an apartment, one where I can look out and see the always moving street below. I will decorate my apartment in a vintage style, with a library, and an art studio. It will be fantastic.

This Is Me...

I am incredibly awkward. 

I say the wrong things at the wrong time, I skip through parking lots, I laugh to myself, and I sing really loudly, really horribly, in the car. Often I find myself sharing stupid stories no one particularly cares about. At all. I find my thoughts wandering off to far off places, when I should be listening to someone. Then when I get asked a question, I haven't the slightest idea what's going on. Sometimes when I say something particularly awkward, I get strange looks, and I just walk away. Which is probably even more awkward.

But it's fine.

Once, I was sitting in my chemistry class, and a lady sitting next to me said something that reminded me of a movie. I just started laughing. She wasn't even talking to me. It was sufficiently awkward.

It's fine.

One day, I will find a boy who is just as awkward, (or who can embrace my awkwardness), and we will fall in love. It's simple really.

Days of Sun, Days of Fun

My Spring Break consisted of:

-Sunshine (well, most days)
-Playing at the park
-Shopping
-Chick-fil-a
-Making up songs
-The baptism of my youngest brother
-Cousins
-Talk of College
-Lemonade
-A Slight sunburn (Huzzah! Maybe I will tan this year? HA.)
-A Temple trip
-My best friends

It was a good Spring Break.
Summer should come faster.

Unexpected

It was all unexpected.

What he did was unexpected.

What happened was unexpected.

But really, if you think about it, the majority of life is unexpected.

I don't understand why it happened, or the reasoning behind it. But I'll be fine. People change, they move on.

I realized that I've changed a lot.

An excerpt from my journal:

"I've come along way from who I used to be. If you looked back on me one year ago, you would have seen a painfully shy, insecure, hopeless girl. I'm not the same person I once was. I've fallen hopelessly in love with a boy, (even if he didn't know it.), I've had my heart broken by said boy, and I've grown up. A lot. I use to fantasize my life. Now I live my life. I used to think love was just like the movies. I've been proved wrong. I'm stronger now. Yes, I might still be a bit shy, but it's fine. I am who I am. Now when I look in the mirror, I see a strong girl, who's been pushed to her limits more than once. I see a girl who's moving on from the past. I see a girl who's been lied too. I see a girl who's ready to leave the past behind. I see a girl who's ready, at last, to move on."

That's me. Thanks to my lovely sister for the photography skill.

P.S. to all my lovely followers who commented on my last post, thank you. I love you ladies.