So, as of Saturday, I am now officially inside this new home. It will take me a while to get settled, especially since I didn't exactly want to move, but I'll get used to it eventually. I'll have to. The home is still in boxes, obviously, but I hope in the next few days it won't be. I'll have to admit, this has been the most stressful move I've ever done. And its for several reasons that I've already explained several times in the past posts.
Thursday is Kennidy's birthday, I'm going to the mall with her and she gets to check out my home. At least we got that one time to hang out, I sure hope we get more times to hang out as well.
Today was kind of lonely. Obviously I haven't really met anybody in the neighborhood yet, so I was stuck cooped up at home unpacking. If it was still in American Fork, Kennidy or Sina could just slip by, but I'm a little further this time. This move was not as drastic as the move from Utah to Hawaii or the other way around, but it still is not oober close. It's about half an hour away from American Fork, close but far away as well. It's not like a quick five minute drive to your best friends house, it's more of a planned thirty minute drive to your friends house. I wish we hadn't moved so far.
My bedroom turned out cute, but I'm still struggling to admit that it's my bedroom. It has my stuff, it has my taste of color and fun, it has everything unpacked and organized, but I'm still adjusting. It's going to take me a while unlike the other house. We moved from a trailer to a full house, instantly I felt at home. This one is different. The other house I was living in for four years is where I met the most friends, where I became friends with a good ward, where I became the most comfortable, where I became the most adjusted. But I don't know about Spanish Fork, it's in a different school district, a different neighborhood, a different environment, a different living. Adjusting isn't the same here, it will take a bit.
Maybe I should ask for a journal for my birthday, because people suggest that I don't write my blog more than my journal but I don't really have an everyday journal. I have one that I have had since I was eight, so I write the big stuff in it, but not the every day things. I have an adventure book, again, just my adventures. I have my TARDIS journal, but that one I have a fictional Doctor Who journal entry in it. My sister tries to give me journals, but they are all homemade and are just notebooks with a piece of paper on it saying 'Journal'. You see, here is my problem, if I see notebook, whether it says Journal written on it or not, I will not write my personal life in it. I don't have enough notebooks to waste a good notebook with my own boring life, so I have to put a story in it. Now, if it's an actual Journal, my mind tells me, NO, no stories in that, write your own adventures, stories of your own life, because there is still adventures in your own human life that you don't realize. I don't have an official daily journal yet. So that is what I must ask for my birthday. An everyday journal, a journal to write my feelings, a journal to write my mini adventures too small to mention in my high adventure books, a journal to write about my thoughts that day, what I did, a journal about me. That's what I need, a good journal.
Thursday is Kennidy's birthday, I'm going to the mall with her and she gets to check out my home. At least we got that one time to hang out, I sure hope we get more times to hang out as well.
Today was kind of lonely. Obviously I haven't really met anybody in the neighborhood yet, so I was stuck cooped up at home unpacking. If it was still in American Fork, Kennidy or Sina could just slip by, but I'm a little further this time. This move was not as drastic as the move from Utah to Hawaii or the other way around, but it still is not oober close. It's about half an hour away from American Fork, close but far away as well. It's not like a quick five minute drive to your best friends house, it's more of a planned thirty minute drive to your friends house. I wish we hadn't moved so far.
My bedroom turned out cute, but I'm still struggling to admit that it's my bedroom. It has my stuff, it has my taste of color and fun, it has everything unpacked and organized, but I'm still adjusting. It's going to take me a while unlike the other house. We moved from a trailer to a full house, instantly I felt at home. This one is different. The other house I was living in for four years is where I met the most friends, where I became friends with a good ward, where I became the most comfortable, where I became the most adjusted. But I don't know about Spanish Fork, it's in a different school district, a different neighborhood, a different environment, a different living. Adjusting isn't the same here, it will take a bit.
Maybe I should ask for a journal for my birthday, because people suggest that I don't write my blog more than my journal but I don't really have an everyday journal. I have one that I have had since I was eight, so I write the big stuff in it, but not the every day things. I have an adventure book, again, just my adventures. I have my TARDIS journal, but that one I have a fictional Doctor Who journal entry in it. My sister tries to give me journals, but they are all homemade and are just notebooks with a piece of paper on it saying 'Journal'. You see, here is my problem, if I see notebook, whether it says Journal written on it or not, I will not write my personal life in it. I don't have enough notebooks to waste a good notebook with my own boring life, so I have to put a story in it. Now, if it's an actual Journal, my mind tells me, NO, no stories in that, write your own adventures, stories of your own life, because there is still adventures in your own human life that you don't realize. I don't have an official daily journal yet. So that is what I must ask for my birthday. An everyday journal, a journal to write my feelings, a journal to write my mini adventures too small to mention in my high adventure books, a journal to write about my thoughts that day, what I did, a journal about me. That's what I need, a good journal.