My last day of work.
My other last day of work.
And I really can't wait to move in with this cutie.
01 August 2014
Test.
I am wondering what it looks like when I post from my phone. Will it keep my default fonts and settings?
Napping with Gabriel.
Catching up: via a letter to Max
Dear Maxie-Poo,
I'm sorry I haven't written you a letter for awhile. Mom always tells me when she is sealing an envelope and I begin writing you a letter, and it is consistently left unfinished. Not today.
Right now, all is well and peaceful at home. Dad and Jens and Grace and Ash and Anna and Jack are at Anderson Camp. That leaves you in Mexico. And only me and Mom and Gabriel at home. It is so quiet. And clean. Too quiet and clean, if you ask me. But it is nice everyonceinawhile. <-- Yes, that is one word. I don't remember much about Anderson Camp because I think I was 6 or 7 the last time I was privileged enough to attend. Mom and I just returned home from dinner at Robintino's- all by ourselves. I felt bad leaving for work this morning because she had no company except Gabriel.
Speaking of work... My last day at Gordon's Copyprint happened this week, on Tuesday. Surprisingly, I was very sad! J finally did get fired and he was the only things about that job I didn't really like, so I will miss it there. Also, my last day of City Recreation (tennis and kid's kamp) was today. So sad. Now I won't have anything to do until I move down to Provo. Which, in case you were wondering, is in 24 DAYS!!!!!!!!!! Holy Hannah I am so excited. I already have a job lined up down there- working in the Admissions Office as a receptionist, 14 hrs a week. it's going to be perfect. Bekah and I have all sorts of wonderful plans. Did I tell you about my roommates? 2 of them are from Texas. The others haven't responded to any emails.
Mom says I can't use more than one page, so now I have to use a pen that won't bleed through the paper. Holy cow, Max. This summer has been so long, yet somehow just flown by. I feel weird being in this limbo stage because it feels like a lifetime ago that I graduated high school but I am so close to college. Ya know?
I have been on a hecka lot of dates lately. 19 in 4 weeks. It's so fun! Haha and a little bit ridiculous. I have been wondering at what point will I stop thinking about S and comparing all these boys I meet to him? Hasn't happened yet. But...it is getting a little difficult to write S because he hardly gives me any response. Like he'll reply pretty regularly, but never more than a few words. Laaamme. I don't really know why. He is just trying to use his time in the best/most effective way as a missionary? He doesn't care about me? He doesn't remember he cares about me? Oh well. Not a huge deal.
I keep looking around at the munchkins who live here... I mean, our family, and thinking about how weird it will be to not be around them all the time. I am excited to get out of Mom's chore rotation. I think that's the only thing I am excited about leaving. The rest I will miss. And the rest of my excitement is just for the new things in Provo, not because I am just dying to leave home. In fact, I am heartbroken over leaving home. I have had to say goodbye to so many dear friends over the last year- leaving me for missions and college... It's so weird when it is my turn, people are saying goodbye to me. You know? Just a part of life, I s'pose.
Life is good. Life is weird. Sometime I feel like I am just pretending and waiting for real life to begin. I love you so much and hope all is going well. I talk to someone almost everyday about what a wonderful missionary you are. You teach me every week even though we are so far apart. I love you.
Your adoring little sister,
nena
I'm sorry I haven't written you a letter for awhile. Mom always tells me when she is sealing an envelope and I begin writing you a letter, and it is consistently left unfinished. Not today.
Right now, all is well and peaceful at home. Dad and Jens and Grace and Ash and Anna and Jack are at Anderson Camp. That leaves you in Mexico. And only me and Mom and Gabriel at home. It is so quiet. And clean. Too quiet and clean, if you ask me. But it is nice everyonceinawhile. <-- Yes, that is one word. I don't remember much about Anderson Camp because I think I was 6 or 7 the last time I was privileged enough to attend. Mom and I just returned home from dinner at Robintino's- all by ourselves. I felt bad leaving for work this morning because she had no company except Gabriel.
Speaking of work... My last day at Gordon's Copyprint happened this week, on Tuesday. Surprisingly, I was very sad! J finally did get fired and he was the only things about that job I didn't really like, so I will miss it there. Also, my last day of City Recreation (tennis and kid's kamp) was today. So sad. Now I won't have anything to do until I move down to Provo. Which, in case you were wondering, is in 24 DAYS!!!!!!!!!! Holy Hannah I am so excited. I already have a job lined up down there- working in the Admissions Office as a receptionist, 14 hrs a week. it's going to be perfect. Bekah and I have all sorts of wonderful plans. Did I tell you about my roommates? 2 of them are from Texas. The others haven't responded to any emails.
Mom says I can't use more than one page, so now I have to use a pen that won't bleed through the paper. Holy cow, Max. This summer has been so long, yet somehow just flown by. I feel weird being in this limbo stage because it feels like a lifetime ago that I graduated high school but I am so close to college. Ya know?
I have been on a hecka lot of dates lately. 19 in 4 weeks. It's so fun! Haha and a little bit ridiculous. I have been wondering at what point will I stop thinking about S and comparing all these boys I meet to him? Hasn't happened yet. But...it is getting a little difficult to write S because he hardly gives me any response. Like he'll reply pretty regularly, but never more than a few words. Laaamme. I don't really know why. He is just trying to use his time in the best/most effective way as a missionary? He doesn't care about me? He doesn't remember he cares about me? Oh well. Not a huge deal.
I keep looking around at the munchkins who live here... I mean, our family, and thinking about how weird it will be to not be around them all the time. I am excited to get out of Mom's chore rotation. I think that's the only thing I am excited about leaving. The rest I will miss. And the rest of my excitement is just for the new things in Provo, not because I am just dying to leave home. In fact, I am heartbroken over leaving home. I have had to say goodbye to so many dear friends over the last year- leaving me for missions and college... It's so weird when it is my turn, people are saying goodbye to me. You know? Just a part of life, I s'pose.
Life is good. Life is weird. Sometime I feel like I am just pretending and waiting for real life to begin. I love you so much and hope all is going well. I talk to someone almost everyday about what a wonderful missionary you are. You teach me every week even though we are so far apart. I love you.
Your adoring little sister,
nena
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