So it's been a while, I have now been in school for about 2 and a half weeks and I love it here! I have 3 awesome roommates who I may or may not tell you about depending on how many times I end up blogging, but I probably will but not right now.

In science today we were talking about how science and God don't always mix and sometimes people stop believing in God because of science. But what science really does is help us to figure out how he does what he does. We were having a class discussion and someone asked why God would give someone knowledge and blessings when they don't give him any recognition for it or anything in return or don't even believe he exists. I didn't say anything because I'm generally shy, I might someday but for now I'll just blog it. The professor didn't quite know how to explain it but God giving even though he gets nothing in return makes a lot of since to me. I have had experiences with friends that you can kinda relate to this. I have had friends who I have done a lot for and tried to go completely out of my way to help them any way I could just to make them happy. I did this for many friends and sometimes for long periods of time, and sometimes I got little or nothing in return but it didn't bother me much. I always tried to be a good friend and whether they did anything for me or were a good friend in return I didn't care. I care alot about my friends and never stop trying to help them or give to them in some way because I love them like sisters or cousins and they mean the world to me.

All I want is for my friends to be happy and when they are happy I am happy and I will always try to make them happy in any way I can even if I get nothing in return. I think that's sort of how God works , maybe he blesses everyone in some way and allows them to gain knowledge and other things because he just wants us all to be happy in some way, even those who don't believe he exist, and those who do evil.

Home

So I don't go to college until January and I like to read the blogs of the girls who are already at BYU-I sometimes. I was reading an old blog one of them wrote when they left home. As she and her parents were passing through town on their way to the airport her dad kept saying "goodbye store, goodbye, this street, goodbye this person's house, goodbye that street."

I started thinking that I would probably cry if someone did that to me. I don't think leaving my house or even my family would be that difficult for me. When I would go to school or band trips everyone was ready to go home by the end but I wasn't. I don't really like being at my house or with my family. It's a nice house and my family isn't really that bad and I do love them but I like being out of the house doing stuff and being with friends and other people.

I have a few places I call 'home' moreso than I call the house I live in home: Ragged Mountain, Louisiana and the Northfork Valley.

Ragged mountain is where I have gone girls camp for 5 days every year during the summer since I was 12. It i really beautiful there with the stream and aspin trees. I love this place and call it home because it is where I first really felt the spirit strongly and it's where the spirit is the strongest for me. I met tons of awsome girls there whome I will never forget and made friendships that I will always have no matter how little we talk or see eachother. In fact I love every face I see at camp even though I don't talk to a lot of them beacause I am shy and try not to bother other people. Leaving there is always hard because I love how many girls are there to hang out with and talk to and how nice everyone is and how much time is spent with people because electronics aren't aloud. I have been there a couple of times this summer that weren't for camp and it didn't feel like home because those girls that are alot of the reason why I love it there weren't there.


I go to the place where I was born every few years to visit my mom's family and it's kindof home to me. I absolutely love my mom's family. I guess I call Louisiana home because even though I don't go there much, A lot of my best and favorite memories were made there, and some of the people I love most live there. I also love the scenery there and the air there at night during the warmer months. (It's okay to laugh about my night air, my cousin found it very funny and amusing too when I told her that the last time I was there, sadly it was cold then and she joked that when it got warmer the family should send me a jar of night air).  I'm not sure how to explain how a feild if grass, a ditch, or the night air in Louisiana is diferent than anywhere else but it is (atleast to me). I love Louisiana and it hurts when I leave because I don't get go there often and I don't know when I'll be back.

My uncles are more of a dad to me than my dad is even though I have only seen or talked to them during the 6 times I went there for a week or 2 since I was 5. When I'm there they give me hugs and kiss the top of my head and often tell me they love me. The last time I remember my dad and I hugging or saying "I love you" to eachother was when he was going on a business trip: I was probably 6 or 7, I went up to him and he picked me up and I gave him a hug. Thinking of that memory and hugging my uncles makes me cry because I often wish I had a dad I could truely love the way it seems I loved him then and the way I love my uncles in Louisiana, but sadly it has been so long that it would be awkward if my dad and I hugged. My dad has given me a nice house, plenty of food and other things for survival. He has also given me lots of things that I have in my room that my friends don't have in their rooms, and many other things I guess it's his way of showing his love his love. I have never recieved a gift from my uncles yet they mean more to me because I don't care about material posetions, giving people extra stuff isn't the best way to show that you love someone, it's words, hugs, and time. I guess that's why I call these places home because I feel so much love and have so much fun there that money can't buy.


I moved to a small town in Colorado called Hotchkiss when I was 3, I moved 10 miles away from Hotchkiss to a town called Paonia when I was 4, and I moved back to Hotchkiss when I was 9. So for as long as I can remember this little area they call the Northfok Valley has been my home. I went to school and church, and met friends and other important people in my life here. I love going to other places and wish I could stay in those places but it's probably because I don't go to those places often. Leaving here will be hard because I have lived here for so long and it is so familiar to me, and even though there isn't anything special about my most of my memories here, I have more memories that took place in this valley or atleast with the people from this valley than anywhere else. Every memory I have, no matter how insignificant, is important to me.