Packing & Moving.

My room is slowly becoming less "room-y" and instead, filled with boxes and duffel bags. I move to UNT on Monday. I think I'm ready. Today, I bought a laundry hamper and bathroom organizing stuff. Yes--I think I'm ready. Whenever my mom passes my room, she gets this sad look on her face. I think it'll be harder than I think to not see her every day. My mom and I have always been close, and I think I sometimes take our relationship for granted. I don't go out of my way to spend time with her, because I see her all the time. So, I think that being out of the house will also be good for us. I'll appreciate our time together more. It will definitely be strange to live in Denton all of the sudden, though. I've gotten pretty used to my life here in Duncanville--and now that's all about to change. I'm very used to bumping into at least a few people I know every time I go to Tom Thumb or Target. I'm used to home cooked meals every night. I'm used to church and family being near by at all times. BUT. I also like being in new places where I don't know a soul. I like figuring things out for myself. I like a challenge. Being in Europe this summer really helped me to realize that I'm capable of figuring things out for myself and that I can do well in strange and new places. It's pretty crazy showing up in another country and then trying to figure out how to take the train to where you want to go...and where to buy food...and where your hostel is...but hey, I (along with Bri), did it! So that gives me confidence that I can figure stuff out.

Denton, here I come!

The Beginning.

I've been thinking of starting this blog for a while now. I've actually had it ready and waiting for the past week or so. But I just haven't really been able to start. I felt that I really don't have anything that interesting to write about. Plus, I'm tired of everyone knowing my business all the time. Really, the more I think about it, the more creeped out I get by Facebook and how everyone, anywhere, from Germany to the Philippines to the guy from High School I haven't spoken to in years, KNOWS what I've been up to. There's no catching up anymore with people. We all just assume we know how that other person is doing because we "saw on Facebook" that they "had a great day" or whatever. I'm getting quite tired of everyone knowing how I'm doing, without really knowing anything. This is how we become a superficial group of people. Okay--wow, so that was my Facebook rant. (Which, by the way, I still have one and use it often...so I'm not judging anyone.)

Anyways, all that to say...I don't feel that I have any great purpose or reason for starting this blog besides the fact that I'm about to experience a whole lot of change in the upcoming months, and it may be a good story. I'm going off to college for the first time ever. Living in a dorm for the first time. And getting married for the first time (and last!). And then I'll be living with a boy for the first time. And being a wife for the first time. It's a whole lot of firsts, and it's coming up really quickly. I know that God will give me the strength and wisdom to handle it all, but I also don't expect everything to go perfectly either. I'm too imperfect to expect perfection. Ha!