Next week Im coming up on a big milestone in my life.
This time last year I was living in Provo, about to be unemployed at the end of the month, my Lanai Crew had broken up, my two best friends had moved away, and my at the time boyfriend was moving to California.
I found myself more and more annoyed with Provo post-grad life. And seemed to cry more and more about my life plan. My mom suggested moving back home but that seemed totally out of the picture.
However, the more I thought about it, the more I talked to the boy about it, the more I prayed about it, the more I wanted it.
So I sold my contract, packed up my things and made the journey home.
I didnt think I would stay long.
I didnt think I could last long.
But next week marks me,
living the LA life
for one year!!
Its crazy how fast that time has flown by.
I have to admit the one thing I dreaded THE most about moving home was attending the Northridge III Singles Ward.
I literally cried about how much I did not want to attend the ward. Its a tiny ward and I may or may not have been a little prideful about wards coming from BYU and Lanai.
When me and the previous mentioned boy didnt work out, I realized that I was gonna have to suck up my pride and make friends here if I was going to be happy.
And I am so glad that I did.
I love my NR3 Crew.
I feel like I have always been so lucky in making the most amazing friends wherever I go, and my luck did not run out here.
I have been able to grow closer to friends I already had, rekindle old friendships and start more friendships than I thought possible.
Beach Trips.
Karaoke.
Dance Parties.
Movie Nights.
Volleyball Games.
Batting Cages.
Dance Parties.
Girls Nights.
Game Nights.
WHAT IF.
Hanging out at the Boys house.
and did I mention Dancing?
we love impromptu dance parties.
This time last year I was living in Provo, about to be unemployed at the end of the month, my Lanai Crew had broken up, my two best friends had moved away, and my at the time boyfriend was moving to California.
I found myself more and more annoyed with Provo post-grad life. And seemed to cry more and more about my life plan. My mom suggested moving back home but that seemed totally out of the picture.
However, the more I thought about it, the more I talked to the boy about it, the more I prayed about it, the more I wanted it.
So I sold my contract, packed up my things and made the journey home.
I didnt think I would stay long.
I didnt think I could last long.
But next week marks me,
living the LA life
for one year!!
Its crazy how fast that time has flown by.
I have to admit the one thing I dreaded THE most about moving home was attending the Northridge III Singles Ward.
I literally cried about how much I did not want to attend the ward. Its a tiny ward and I may or may not have been a little prideful about wards coming from BYU and Lanai.
When me and the previous mentioned boy didnt work out, I realized that I was gonna have to suck up my pride and make friends here if I was going to be happy.
And I am so glad that I did.
I love my NR3 Crew.
I feel like I have always been so lucky in making the most amazing friends wherever I go, and my luck did not run out here.
I have been able to grow closer to friends I already had, rekindle old friendships and start more friendships than I thought possible.
Beach Trips.
Karaoke.
Dance Parties.
Movie Nights.
Volleyball Games.
Batting Cages.
Dance Parties.
Girls Nights.
Game Nights.
WHAT IF.
Hanging out at the Boys house.
and did I mention Dancing?
we love impromptu dance parties.
One friendship that I have made has been the most important.
It all started with our bond over the Dodgers.
When I told Rudy Herrera that night that he was gonna be my new best friend, I was partly being sarcastic.
I didnt even know the kid yet.
But thats exactly what happened.
Becoming friends, and best friends at that, was one of the greatest things that happened to me moving back to the valley.
He is THE person to know in the ward.
He is THE person to know in the ward.
Once I was in with Rudy, I was in with the greatest group of friends I could ever ask for.
I love our long chats in my car, bugging him when he doesnt text me back fast enough, calling him 98234 times in a row when he doesnt answer my phone calls, "she hates her laugh, but I think its so sexy", literally running to Dodger games, "why do I put up with you?" getting out of the car to push the cross buttons, honking my car horn way too often.
I love our long chats in my car, bugging him when he doesnt text me back fast enough, calling him 98234 times in a row when he doesnt answer my phone calls, "she hates her laugh, but I think its so sexy", literally running to Dodger games, "why do I put up with you?" getting out of the car to push the cross buttons, honking my car horn way too often.
Sometimes I dont even understand how we are best friends,
most of the time we drive each other absolutely crazy.
and fight like we are some sort of old married couple.
on the brink of divorce.
where we have to make a pact to be nice to each other.
where we have to make a pact to be nice to each other.
and I think our friends enjoy watching us bicker.
I hear too often "dont touch me" when I start poking his face.
I give him laser eyes as he flicks me.
He blames me for spilling hot chocolate and ruining his shirt.
I cant stand it when he wipes his sweat all over my arm or on my car.
But in the end he is my BFF. Sometimes its crazy to think that we have only been friends for a year cause it seems like so much longer.
He is leaving us here in GH and moving to Burbank. Which will SUCK. But at least it is closer than Rancho Cucamonga.
He is one of the closest friends I have ever had and I am ever so grateful for the amazing friendship we have.
Even if we fight all the time and sometimes struggle being nice to each other.
Even if we fight all the time and sometimes struggle being nice to each other.
Its interesting that what I dreading the most about moving home has turned out to be the greatest blessing in my life and brought me the most happiness.
Other than my family of course.
Other than my family of course.
I left Utah a year ago with no plan.
And well, a year later, I still might not have the greatest life plan, BUT I am happy. And I know that Im suppose to be in California,
living this LA life.
living this LA life.

































