I successfully traversed the country, making the 24 hour drive back to Utah, alone. There were really good parts actually. I flat out refused to drive through west Texas and New Mexico and so I went through the panhandle and Colorado instead. Instead of ugly desert, my drive was filled with TX farm land, oil rigs, cowboys, herds of buffalo, herds of sheep blocking my road, beautiful sunsets, deserted ghost towns, daisy-lined highways, tree covered mountains and many other picturesque and awe-inspiring scenes. One such scene was a large thunderstorm north of Amarillo that I feared would turn into this:
To my great relief, it didn't. Now I am in Utah. I have one class, which meets for an hour and a half twice a week. I live with Sydney in her parent's basement, in Highland. I appreciate their hospitality greatly.
In other news, I must voice a hearty "AMEN" to Sydney's last identity-crisis post. I am also living in limbo. I feel like I keep taking two steps onto 50 different paths before retreating to the fork in the road over and over again. And you know what? I find that fork in the road quite intimidating so I think I'm just gonna hang out here for awhile.
