I moved.

In August I moved. Well, technically I moved a couple times. 

I moved from Saratoga, the house I was house sitting, to my apartment back in Provo. 

No offense to Provo, wait, YES offense to Provo: YOU SUCK. 

It was all welcoming and nice at first and I even bought into the wonder of P-Town. 

But then, like a horror movie, things changed and I started to see it's true colors. Now, I can't blame Provo for everything sucky that went on during that year, but it sure helps. I was super inactive in church. I went to church a grand total of 3 times during the first couple months of the year. And from May onward, I only went to church a couple times, but not at my correct ward. Part of the blame goes to my job, which likes to have me pass out pills and take care of people on Sunday. I like to think of it as "Healing on the Sabbath." But things got busy and I don't like Provo and so something had to change.

So I took the Mindy of the Provo. And yes, the Provo had been out of the Mindy for a long time.

I moved to West Jordan, up by Jordan Landing. I live with Annalie, my bestest buddy from school, and it's been a really good time so far!

New furniture makes me happy.

Beautiful bed.

My ward is really good. Not falsely amazing, like Provo was at first, but deep down this is a good ward. Now, (don't judge), but I've only been to this ward 3 times since I moved in. But it's definitely not my fault. It's work and General Conference and the Temple dedication's fault. I'm really happy to be at church and in a ward that doesn't creep me out. I spoke in church on the 21st. I have a calling. I go to institute willingly. I've even been to a few activities. And it's been good.

Our townhouse is great. I love it. I have a pretty pretty bed and I like living here. 

Utah County on the left, Salt Lake County on the right.
It was a clear choice. God approves.