i'm supposed to be packing right now because the big move is tomorrow, but i just can't seem to make myself want to go do it. maybe that's just because i have this mess waiting for me..

and this is only some of it. i just keep telling myself that it's going to be worth it. wish me luck!


sundrenched world

it was just one of those beautiful days, where i just sat in my backyard and relaxed. it was great. i'm definitely going to miss this when i move.
p.s. move in day is in 4 days!


it's official

this is my new home
as of tuesday i am an official resident of the university of utah. i will be living in the gateway heights dorms. i'm really nervous about living in the dorms though. i hope my roommate isn't a complete freak and that we get along, otherwise i don't know how i am going to survive a full year sharing a room the size of a shoebox with her. but i'm trying to find ideas for ways to decorate my room. because right now it's quite an eyesore. 
i have less than one week until move in day, and i don't think that is nearly enough time to find things to make my room cute, but it's okay. things will eventually fall into place, i hope.

i'm definitely going to need something like this.

and i think that this is a must


not ready.. quite yet.

today my mom decided that it was time for me to start putting some things aside for my new apartment. so far we have:
  • 4 dinner plates
  • 4 hand towels
  • 3 wash cloths
  • 3 towels
  • 2 pillow cases
  • 1 set of bed sheets
  • 1 bottle of dish soap
  • and last but not least, chicken seasoning
i would like to think that this is all i need. 


my mom, my mentor, my best friend
everyone has to grow up eventually. i just never thought that it would happen this soon. here i am, moving to salt lake, and leaving the home and comfort that i have always known. although i am only moving 40 minutes away, i feel as if i am moving to another country. and thinking about it, i have come to realize that i dont know how to do much on my own. i still dont know which laundry basket to put my clothes in to. i am always having to call my mom into the laundry room to tell me that yes, blue jeans are a dark, and that pinks go with reds, not in the white basket. i am also trying to accept the fact that i am going to be eating a lot of top ramen and cereal. and no longer the delicious meals that my mom has made for me pretty much every night for last 18 years. i will no longer be spoiled, and am certainly going to be roughing it, in comparison to what i have now. but i guess that there is a time and a place to finally grow up, and this is my turn.