life lately//

September 2, 2015

 I guess I spend all my time doing one of three things: 1) being with Taylor. 2) Eating food. and 3) working (which also includes wedding planning-- I consider it a chore...) And, in reference to number one, Taylor is my BFF who is seriously probably one of the only people on the face of the planet whose weird levels are comparable to my own. (Evidence pictured above).

I purchased a green smoothie on my way to work yesterday because my fridge was empty and my tummy was empty too. The smoothie made it all the way to the parking lot of the place I work.... but just as I pulled into the lot, it unfortunately tipped just enough for the cup holder in my car to puncture the side of the styrofoam cup that housed it.... and then the smoothie became the newest decoration inside my vehicle. It was a real joy.

I honestly can't fathom the fact that September has come and August has faded once again. I watch the sun set earlier and earlier each evening and I can't help but to wonder what sort of adventure lies in the days to come. Autumn is my favorite season, you know. It's my very favorite season. 

What's your favorite thing about Autumn?


We have a home and stuffs.

August 24, 2015

We are now the proud owners of a cute little apartment tucked away within a cute little town that is nestled among a couple of really red mountains. We moved a big portion of our newly-refinished furniture in this week and it was really exciting. We spent an entire evening, working well into the wee hours of the morning, just sanding and painting and glazing all of it. It was a lot of hard work but seeing it all so nicely situated in our humble abode was a really happy moment for us. Of course, there's still a lot to be done and a lot to be organized but we're just excited to have a little place to call our own. 

Alas, our two months of "separation" have officially begun. Taylor Dale is down living in our apartment alone, going to school and doing all sorts of important things while I'm here, where our whole story began, just planning out little wedding details and working a whole bunch. Needless to say, I'm anxious for October 16th so I can just marry my boy and not have to do the whole "distance" thing anymore. Norway and Korea were far enough apart and we had to do that for two years. I'm more than ready to not have to miss him like that anymore. 

Speaking of the wedding. If you want an invite, then leave your address here. But hurry and do it fast! It's going to be a lot more fun than all of the planning I'm doing, I promise. (And for the record, everyone is invited. Don't worry about feeling like a "creeper." You're invited and I want you there!) 

I just suddenly ran out of words.
So I suppose that's that. 


nonsensical mush.

August 19, 2015

There was a point in my life when I felt as if I always knew what to say; and if I didn't actually know what to say, I just pretended that I did (and somehow that always seemed to work). But lately, I've found myself at a loss for words. This drought of self-expression could be the result of a lot of different things, really. For example, the fact that I went to Korea and lived there for a year and a half and now all of a sudden I'm not there anymore. I'm not a missionary anymore either. Or maybe the cause is the fact that I'm now engaged to the man version of my fourteen-year-old self's best friend. Or maybe it's merely that the brain of mine all the way up in my skull is getting old and dusty-- I'm not too sure. But for some reason, all the thoughts dancing around within my skull cavity can't seem to escape out of their prison within my mind without turning into a pile of nonsensical mush. So there's that. 

Taylor is a weirdo. That's probably why I like him so much, actually. He sings strange songs with his lips pressed to my cheekbone and it drives me absolutely bonkers. So, in my madness, I attempt to wriggle free from his Taylor-choke-hold but always end up in a tighter embrace. And it's the worst because my "get-back" tactics always include pathetic attempts to tickle him. But he's not even remotely ticklish. So I lose that battle too. Especially because I am quite certain that I make up for all the ticklishness he lacks...

We went apartment shopping in a little college town this weekend. We weren't really expecting to find anything, but alas, after several miracles we walked away from the weekend with a housing contract and a set of apartment keys. We've officially got a little place to call our own and it makes me all giddy inside just thinking about it. 

It's been interesting to see how everything has been playing out. Things just keep falling together. I think that's what gives me so much reassurance that this is right-- everything just keeps working out so nicely. There were points in my life when I'd find myself frustrated because things weren't "working out." Well... they weren't working out the way I wanted them to. But I think one thing I've realized over time is that when it all comes down to it, the things that are supposed to happen WILL. And that's that. 

Anyways, I'm really, really, really happy.
And I quite like being happy.


"You're my favorite shirt."

August 13, 2015

Hi, we're getting married. 

little nothings;

August 9, 2015

//I went to the Walk the Moon concert with Jillian last night. We started the whole adventure off with Japanese curry and pot stickers-- later on into the evening we realized that concerts and Japanese food probably aren't the best combination but whatever. I rediscovered my inner wild-child though; I don't remember the last time I found myself drenched in sweat and located in the middle of a mosh pit, but hey, it's absolutely necessary to set your inner wild-child free every now and then. (For the record, by the end of the concert we'd advanced from our position at the back of the venue to about ten feet from the stage. We're pro moshers. TIP: When you're more psychotic than everyone else around you whilst moshing, you will come out mostly undamaged.)

//My new job started up this week. I like it. I answer phone calls and set up appointments-- I feel like a missionary all over again and it's the best.

//A couple of Korean friends of mine ventured with me to DI in an attempt to investigate and figure out what I love so much about that place. Each of them walked out with a collection of their own new-found treasures (including a telescope and an antique toy car). I'm telling you, if you don't currently appreciate DI and all its glory, give me a call and I'll take you.

//I'm in love.


i'm not sure what this is, really.

August 6, 2015

Have I ever told you the story of him? There's fragments of him in everything I write, of course-- so I'm sure you've been able to link together some of the pieces. But there are a lot of in-betweens and side stories that make telling the story-- our story-- a wee bit difficult. No, lengthy. That's the word I was looking for. But long story short, our friendship can be traced all the way back to seventh grade. He was afraid of girls and I pretended I wasn't afraid of anything. The journey started there, but continued throughout the years-- with ups and downs, of course, but mostly ups. He's always been there. Always. 

Our senior year of high school is when things between us started to become more serious. He found out he'd be heading off to Norway for two years to serve a mission and I found myself buying candles at Bath and Body Works just because they smelled like him... (Strange, I know. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.) And then, the time snuck up on us far too quickly and he was a world away from me. 

I went on a mission too-- but my mission took me to Asia, which managed to make me feel even further away from him. For two whole years all of our communication was through written words. Letters and emails. And that was that. Missions are weird sometimes because they make people who are very much a part of your life feel like nothing more than a fading dream. But it was the best thing we could have ever done-- he served with all his heart in Norway and I served with all my heart in Korea and somehow, after all of that, we ended up back together-- right here.

He's still the same him and I'm still the same me and we're both just as weird as we've ever been. It's just funny to think that the "happily ever after" I imagined up within my skull during all those times I missed him is actually here-- he's here. I can poke his face and hug him. He's not a world away anymore. He's right here. 

And that's that.

But this isn't the end of our story, of course. 
It's just the beginning.


barefoot and free.

August 1, 2015

We went on an adventure yesterday; 

The sun played a little too aggressively upon the sandy shore, which made the sand angry-- so when we removed our shoes it lashed out and burned our feet. We danced as quickly as we could to find refuge where the water kissed the shore.

He took my hand in his and led us into an adventure of the unknown. We waded through the murky water for a while, watching the patterns change as we sifted the sandy lake-bottom with our toes. I'm not sure what we talked about (probably because we talked about everything), but I know that the warmth of the sun on my skin felt somewhat similar to the warmth I felt within my heart. 

I like being in the same country. We shared words with each other for two whole years, I sent mine from Korea and he sent his from Norway; but I think like the real him better than I like the words-in-a-letter version of him. Not because I don't adore his words, but probably just because I can hug the real version of him. And I really like hugs.

It's neat to see how the seasons of our lives bring about new adventures and new discoveries. How something that once seemed so distant is now... not. How I'm still the same me I was two years ago... but not. How everything that has ever happened made this moment, the one we're living and breathing in right now, exactly what it is...

Life is full of new adventures and new discoveries. 
I'm grateful for everything that has ever happened to make my "right now" exactly what it is.

I think it's my favorite when strangers inquire, "How long have you known each other?" Because they always seem to tack on their own personal assumption, "Two or three months?" But when the words, "He's been my best friend since seventh grade..." slip from my lips the expression that is painted across their faces is always one that makes me really happy.

But it's true; he's been a part of my life since the seventh grade. 
And I think I'll keep him.


bye-bye july.

July 31, 2015

//We dropped my sweet little sister off at the MTC (Missionary Training Center) this week. She's started her own eighteen month mission adventure and if I'm speaking frankly, I'm kind of jealous. It was weird to go through the whole process of sending off a missionary... and NOT be the one leaving. I must say, being on this side of things is hard. Oh, missions-- you love 'em but they cause so much emotional turmoil. Good luck, Jadie Lady. (I MISS YOU ALREADY.)

//Taylor Dale gets so much harassment for his beard. I personally like it. But then again, I've always loved facial hair. (I've tried to grow out a beard myself a couple of times but it just didn't go over too well. Okay-- sorry, that was a lame joke.) For the record, Tay, I like your beard.

//I've officially been home for two weeks. It's been quite the adventure. It's weird to be back in real life with all of the people who, at one point, seemed like nothing more than a dream. But they're real people and they're a real part of my life and sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure that I'm not just dreaming. Sometimes I pinch Taylor too, just to make sure I'm not dreaming. 

//I've never been that great at making decisions. I was always that girl who refused to choose where to go out to eat and who always just ordered what everyone else ordered because MAN do I hate making decisions. But these days I've been making a lot of really big, life-changing decisions and it's been quite the experience. I'll probably elaborate eventually-- but for now just be content knowing that I'm a big girl now making big girl decisions.

I'm not really sure what else to say. I feel like it's going to take me a bit to get back in the spin of things here in the blogging society. But in order to give a kick-start to things, give me some questions to answer! It's time to re-introduce myself and my life and I'm not really sure how to go about doing that without questions to answer. 

So, what questions do you have for me?
Don't be shy.