Goodbye 2019

Wassup guyssss

It's been a hot minute since I last wrote on here. Kinda crazy that its been over a year since my last blog post... oh well, time to write.

I have a bit of updating to do since my last post was a year ago. Soooo I graduated from high school. I know, I didn't think I'd make it either, BUT since I did I had to go to college. I kid you not when I say I only applied to one college. I wanted to go to college in Utah, but I couldn't get in-state tuition which heaven knows I needed, and so what was I supposed to do other than apply to freaking BYU-Idaho???? (tuition is literally under $3,000)

So, I applied to BYU-Idaho. Apparently God was feeling nice, because He let the kind souls at BYUI accept my application!! Yayyy. Land of potatoes lets freaking go.

After graduation, which by the way was the best day of my life, I wanted to move out. I wanted to be independent. I wanted to stop being told what to do. So I did just that. After taking the best lake trip EVER with my two best friends, I packed two 50 pound suitcases and my backpack with my ukulele, and I flew to Salt Lake City where I moved in with my best friend.

Here I was. I made it. I got through high school. I got into college. I got the summer job that I applied three times to (no joke). I was finally free. I could do whatever I wanted. I didn't have a curfew, I didn't have to babysit my younger siblings, I could date whoever I wanted, I could wear whatever I wanted. It was pure bliss. Everything a seventeen year old could ever want.

I worked my butt off this past summer. I put in 40 hour weeks at work. I would save up all my money, and I was honestly so proud of myself. It was so rewarding to be able to make my own choices and decisions and actually be proud of them. Summer of 2019 was one of the best summers ever. Not because I traveled everywhere and laid out on the beach for hours, but because I grew so much as a person. I learned how to take care of myself more than I had ever learned how to do. I learned that it's okay to take time for yourself. I learned that I missed giggling with my sister late at night when we were supposed to be sleeping. I learned that family is really, really important.

Hannah (my best friend who I had been living with) had to move out a month before I did, because she was going to play volleyball at Casper College in Wyoming. And just like that, all of my friends started to leave for college. I remember dying to be at college. BYU-Idaho didn't start until September 16th, which is crazy compared to most colleges and universities.

That was the first time that I started to feel lonely.

I spent the week before I moved to college at my parents house that they had just bought in Lehi, Utah. During that week I felt so many emotions. I didn't want to leave for college. I was finally back with my family. I was back with Mariah. I had met a cute boy. I had a home again. It felt so right, and so so wrong to be leaving. I cried to my mom telling her that I didn't want to go to stupid Idaho. BYUI DOESN'T EVEN HAVE MY MAJOR. I was so frustrated. I didn't have any friends in Idaho. I was going alone.

Wellllll the time did come for me to go to college, and I did. Once again, I found myself packing up all of my things and moving. My cute mom and I drove all four hours to Rexburg, Idaho. We stayed the night at one of our relatives house, and the next morning we moved me into my adorable apartment.

I was happy. I really was. I was excited to start this new chapter in my life. I was ready to get all A's and be proud of myself. My mom left the next day. I was sooooo ready. Little did I know that the next three months would be so hard and not what I expected at all.

For starters, my skin started freaking out. I don't know if it was the new environment, the stress, or the dry weather, but my skin hadn't been that bad since middle school. So. Freaking. Annoying.

I also didn't have very many friends. Going from a summer spent with all of your life long best friends to going to the North Pole with three roommates that you didn't know and a couple of guys that only wanted to make out freaking SUCKED. I wasn't depressed or even that sad, I was just really really lonely. I would spend the weekends in my apartment on my phone. I would take super long naps, because what else was there to do? It started getting to the point that when I actually started to make good friends, I wouldn't want to hang out with them, because I was so used to being in my apartment that I didn't want to leave. I preferred to stay in. I know, crazy huh. Talk about a homebody. Grrrrr which is so annoying, because the same thing happened when I first moved to Georgia.

I would visit Utah every 2-3 weeks. I loved those weekends. I got to see my family, anddddd that cutie boy. Those weekend trips were what got me through the weeks. I looked forward to those trips so much.

My first semester of college was hard, but it was also good (like most things in life haha). The last week of the semester was the freakin worst. It was super stressful, because my grades were not what I wanted them to be, and I had to pack up my whole apartment to move back to Utah. But once again, I did it. I finished my finals and I moved back down to Utah and everything turned out okay.

So now that I've successfully updated you on my life up to this point, I want to talk a little bit about 2019.

What. A. Year.

2019 brought SO many things for me, and I'm sure most of you could say the same. I graduated high school, I moved out, I started a full time job, I became an adult, I found someone special, I went to college, I lived on my own, and I learned more then I could have possibly imagined.

I was looking back at my year and I was feeling kind of sad about it. 2018 was crazy good. I didn't think that I would be able to top it, and I honestly felt like I didn't. The last few months of 2019 have been hard. They really have been. Growing up means more responsibility. It means less time for play, and more time for work. You have to really get your priorities straight. I am most definitely not the same as I was at the beginning of the year. And that is okay. I grew and learned and stretched myself and I am better because of it all.

There are four days left of 2019. Four days left of this decade. Crazy huh. You know what's even crazier? The fact that we have the ability to make this next year whatever we want. I'm going to go head on into 2020. I am going to be positive. I'm going to show more love. I'm going to work hard. I'm going to eat better. I am going to take care of myself, and you should too.

Let 2020 be the year that you've been waiting for. I'm so ready, and I know you are too.

Peace out 2019.

Xoxo,

Mik