Hello BYU

I've been moved into my dorm for about a week now and, surprisingly, I've adjusted pretty well pretty fast. I got lucky and really love all of my roommates--everyone respects everyone else and almost always cleans up after themselves. It's working out really well. I am, however, the only one in the dorm who either a) doesn't have a steady boyfriend or b) has boys coming over on a fairly regular basis. Loser? Probably. I've met a few cute guys on campus but honestly...I would prefer a lot of the boys I went to dances with in high school to even some of the cuter returned missionaries I've met in various classes. I like about half of my classes and the other half...well I don't hate them...they just aren't my favorite. I'm really surprised how much I'm enjoying my accounting class and I'm just hoping it stays that way because from what I've heard it becomes a pretty difficult one. And with being one of the only freshman in the class, I hope I can make it through. It is getting me extremely excited for my major though--that's a plus.

While I was so excited to move out and be living somewhere other than under my parents' roof, I miss it. Actually I mostly miss high school, as embarrassing as that might be. I miss being around everyone all day, going to events on a regular basis, knowing that I can see all of my friends without having to make some special trip. I feel out of the loop--like I don't know what's going on anymore and like I'm missing out. It's a weird feeling. And there's that ever-present sense of not knowing what's going to happen now that I've left my world of American Fork High School and have moved on to Brigham Young University. I love it--I absolutely love BYU. It's just not the same. And little things like watching "The Notebook" and listening to simple songs make me think of people, events, places, and memories that make me hurt sometimes...not knowing what'll happen concerning any of it. Or if anything will ever happen. It's hard to say.

So I just remind myself...we'll see what happens.