Last of days.

It used to be something to take note of when I cried in front of other people, but I suppose that is no longer the case. It happens so often now, that it is hardly anything to write home about. And yet, here we are again.

This past Sunday was my very last Sunday in this ward that I have loved so much. My time in Provo and my time in this ward has been the same. It feels almost ridiculous that I have one last semester at BYU, but I am choosing to move away. It is just as well I suppose. Even if I were to stay, everything would change. A change of scenery may be needed just as much as a change of faces. But I will miss it still.

The Lawrence Welk Show: one of the weirdest things I've ever done.

This is the reason I spent the entire hour of Relief Society and most of Sacrament Meeting in utter hysterics. I always feel bad for those who have to witness my flood of tears. It is repulsive. I am certain. But you must understand the massive upheaval I am about to undergo. This place has become my home. The disgusting yellow walls of the laundry room, the mysteriously consistently dusty bathroom, the chalk writing on the bricks that has been there since my first set of finals in 2010, the front door that doesn't close properly the first time, the air-conditioning that never seems to work, and all that jazz. I couldn't have picked a more ideal place to spend my years in Provo.

Ah, but the people. They are the true reason I will miss this place. So many have come and gone, the life-savers, the heart-breakers, the music-makers, and the dreamers of the dreams.





The Bishop and his wife who never stop smiling.
The literature enthusiasts. 
The friends you stay up late to laugh with about strange things such as circling bums of others...with your mind...
Those who trust you with their life's story.
The great girls who you wish you could hate because they are so great, but you just can't because they are so great.
The apartment you go to when you have no where else to go. 
The astounding spiritual giants.
That one apartment of guys that just blows your mind with their intelligence, class, wit, and general good natures.
The player(s) of Rock Band. 
The go-to friends for watching movies.
And not to mention the best roommates a girl could ask for.

Ward Prom...?

How do so many incredible people end up all in one place? And how does one cope with the thought that some of them you will never see again in this life? What a horrid thought.

The rest of my week will be spent packing up my apartment. I always forget how much stuff I have until I try to cram them into boxes and into my tiny titch of a car. Hopefully I will have a place to live for the next two weeks before I can move into the new place, or I'll be sleeping on top of my books in my car or under a bridge or something.


But that won't happen until I cry a thousand more tears about leaving.

-KB

The best home evening group in existence.