Life as of late.

I kinda sorta really forgot about my blog... Woops. So I figured I'd take some time and update my two readers on where I'm at in life (although these are probably the same two people I talk to on a daily basis).

It's so strange where life takes you and how you think you know what you want, and then things happen and point you in a whole new direction.

I still don't know what I want to do with my life. And it's interesting, because I've read previous posts on my blog and such where I said things like, "I know EXACTLY what I'm going to do with my life!" And really, I just have to laugh. As I continue to grow, I realize that there is so much out there that I don't know and so many opportunities awaiting me. How do you choose just one!?

So where we left off, I said I was going to move home to California and then take off to Portland. Only half of that happened: I'm living at home. Yes, I'm an almost 23 year old (birthday is in 8 days!) living with her parents, but hey, it's actually pretty great since I've spent the last 4 years away from them. We all take great care of each other. :)

I'm going to be honest, the first few months living here was really hard. I thought that I'd come back to all of my old friends and things would go back to the way they used to be. Obviously that couldn't happen since everyone went in different directions - Everyone is either married, or moved away somewhere cool. There are a couple old friends who have remained for the time-being, but it definitely wasn't the same.

I started working for my dad and I rarely left my house. I was crying every other day and so badly wanted to go back to Utah - And I had fully intended to. Come 2013 and I was going to be out of here again! But like I said before, things happen and life throws you in a whole new direction that you never really thought about before.

Back in October I deleted my Facebook for reasons I'd like to not disclose here. The only reason I brought it back was because I got a Livingsocial deal for a "rock climbing experience" in San Diego and I REALLY wanted to go (mostly because most of my friends back in Utah climbed and it always seemed like so much fun to me). Well, unbeknownst to me, a very old friend of mine happens to be a pretty good climber and offered to go with me. We hadn't spoken in probably 5 or 6 years, so I was a little skeptical. I decided that we should try climbing at a gym first instead.

So we did! And we've been climbing ever since. And we've formed a little lovely climbing group and my life has completely turned around. I'm no longer sad all the time and I'm rarely home. And even a really good friend of mine from Utah was here for a few weeks and I got a small taste of being back in Utah since we were able to hang out and climb and such.

In short... I don't plan on moving back to Utah anytime soon, but it's definitely not off of the table. I have grown quite fond of it and wouldn't mind moving back, given the right opportunity. For now, I'm just going to enjoy the new friends I have made, the old ones that I can stay in contact with, and climb as often as I can.

I am so blessed.