Sunday, November 6, 2011

Giving thanks for...

I cannot believe that it has been approximately two and a half months since I have blogged. I am the WORST! I have been itching to write again. And not because anyone really reads my blog, but just because I love to do it. And have missed it terribly. So I am making it a goal to try to blog at least once a week, if not a little more. We'll see how well this goal goes.

Halloween has come and gone and Christmas is pretty much here (at least the retail world would make you think that). And that little holiday that is tucked in the middle...yeah, that one we know as Thanksgiving...is often looked over. So this month I am going to post about things that I am thankful for while catching up on the past two months of my life. A lot has been going on!

To start off my "Giving Thanks" posts, I want to give thanks for my home.

Dorthy said it best when she clicked her sparkly red heels and said "there's no place like home." I'm sure that Kansas is a real nice place, but I would argue with her that my home is better than hers. But just recently, my home has changed locations a little bit. Logan is and always will be home, but I finally moved out this semester. So in August, I packed up all of my belongings and moved to an apartment with five other incredible young ladies. And it has been the best decision. Let me show a few pictures of my new humble abode...

My favorite place in my home. My little bed.

Mine and Hillary's bedroom.

Hill's dad made this desk for us. Lots of studying has taken place here.

I love this closet. So much space!

Our bathroom.

The kitchen and dining room.

Our family room, including the lovely Justin Bieber poster.

I love being moved out. Don't get me wrong, my family is great and my parent's house is always going to feel like home, but my home is here now. My little brother has even taken over my room and bed at my parent's house. But part of what makes this little apartment of mine a home are the awesome girls that I live with. Hillary, Rylee, Larissa (Lars), Ashlie, and Chelsea are the five greatest roommates I could have ever asked for. We have so much fun together. They are some of my closest friends now and I don't even remember what life was like before I met them. So yes, I understand that this sounds like the cheesy, pathetic testimonies in church when some chick starts crying and blurting out that "my roommates are the best ever. They complete my life!" But seriously, minus the tears and over-the-top emotion that the chick in church displays, I feel that way about my roommates. They really are great. And super cute! Don't believe me? Take a look...

Our first roommate dinner. The beginning of a tradition.

A few of us before church.

Cheering on our Aggies at the first football game.

With Chels and Rylee at the General Relief Society Meeting in Salt Lake.

Hillary, my room roommate and best buddy. As you can tell :)

At dinner for Chelsea's birthday.

I have learned a lot in moving out and living on my own. If anything, it has made me be more appreciative of so many things. I take a lot for granted. I have learned that:

1. My parents are the two greatest people in my life. They have done so much for me.
2. Cooking meals takes a lot more time than I have. So soup and cereal are my daily diet. I love my mom's home cooked meals more than ever.
3. Parking my car in the garage was the best. I miss covered parking!
4. I am more of a clean freak than I was when I lived at home. I have only missed one day of making my bed. Not too shabby! My mom would love to hear that...
5. If I wrote everything I have learned, my list would be far too long.

Perhaps the most important thing I have learned in my moving out is that of depending on my Savior, Jesus Christ. I feel like I have depended on Him more and developed a deeper relationship with Him than when I was at home. I know that He loves me and has a plan for me. Sometimes I wish that I could have a detailed blue-print of that plan...gosh, that would make life a whole lot easier. But part of the beautiful journey is learning to trust in Him and have faith that as long as we are faithful, we will be blessed. He has promised that.

I am grateful for my home. And I am grateful for the knowledge of where my home can one day be. And those that I love and care about will be those who surround me if I live my life worthy of that eternal blessing.
There is no place like home.

2 comments:

Erin said...

Love your room, love your apartment, love your cute face! You are amazing. :)

elise said...

I read your blog, Meg!! Your apartment is adorable. :)