Being a college student and having all the time in the world to organize for yourself usually leads to a number of things, ie procrastination, watching all the TV you never got to as a child...,but along with this also comes ponderous and growing experiences. I've learned how to really cook to my own liking and preference and however much I may deny it I've also become more grateful to my parents and see that they knew a little bit-maybe alot- more that what I was giving them credit for. One thing though, that has particularly come to my mind in the past year is the definition of a place to call home. I'm not one to use webster or verbal types and definitions, but seriously, at this point in my life, I have referred to many places at home. Blackfoot, for one, is my personal address. This past summer, for two, in Vancouver has been my home. And then there is Utah, Provo specifically, where I have lived in 5 different apartments over the space of 12 months, and that doesn't include moving everything between the semesters back to Idaho.
Once more, this next Monday, I am moving from my current unoccupied apartment to the Italian Foreign Language Housing on campus at BYZoo. Move out and move in day are the same for both places which is really nice. And although I am afraid and quite intimidated when I think that I will not be living in an English speaking home, I am also looking forward to possibly learn something new about what home is, being around and involved in a different way of communication with the girls I will be living with. I don't think I'll speak much besides hello for the first couple of weeks. I suppose that I should just go for the cheesy way to describe home: where your heart is, where your friends are, where your family is, where the love is. Ha. Then I guess I have no solid, definite place I can call home. I find it everywhere.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Story of my life.
So here's what I've been up to this summer:
Wake up around 7:30-8. There's no time to get ready or pretty because I start feeding and chasing kids from the time I step out of bed. Then cleaning and referreeing begins.
In the midst of cleaning and getting projects done, Trevor and Andrea ask if I can play with them outside, and usually not very nicely. Trevor especially can't take no for an answer and finds every and any living excuse to jump on, tackle, and or hit me. Sometimes I can go and play with them, but most of the time I have to get cleaning and laundry done. And Diane has me doing house projects, like painting, clearing out the garage, washing cabinets, etc.
Leah goes down for a couple naps during the day which is when I can get most of the work done. In between is lunch, usually sandwiches, and one of the multiple times a day I clean the kitchen and do the dishes.
Dinnertime rolls around and since Jared has diabetes we can't do quick pasta or high carb foods. Diane and I both have to get after Andrea and Trevor several times to set the table, the whole table. Then after dinner it's mass madness to keep the kids cleaning up after dinner, sweeping and clearing the table, etc. then we fight them to get to scriptures and prayers and bed around eight pm. After we send them upstairs, Jared and Diane yell up the stairs for them to get to sleep and quit playing. Then they each have to come downstairs twice because they're extremely dehydrated and need a drink despite a glass of water right before going upstairs and/or are starving in which case they may have a single piece of bread, no butter. And they still don't get to sleep most times until around ten. Then I crash downstairs and study my Italian and/or watch whatever Jared and Diane have on.
Singles FHE and activities have gone out the window. Friends are busy with school and summer stuff so I never hear from anyone unless I call. No money to go out, but no where to go if I do. Some summers, you just have to get through until the next point. According to Jared and Diane I've lived in a hole since I haven't seen much SNL or comedies. And they laugh at me. I guess it's not too bad. Certainly could be worse. So I'm grateful :)
Wake up around 7:30-8. There's no time to get ready or pretty because I start feeding and chasing kids from the time I step out of bed. Then cleaning and referreeing begins.
In the midst of cleaning and getting projects done, Trevor and Andrea ask if I can play with them outside, and usually not very nicely. Trevor especially can't take no for an answer and finds every and any living excuse to jump on, tackle, and or hit me. Sometimes I can go and play with them, but most of the time I have to get cleaning and laundry done. And Diane has me doing house projects, like painting, clearing out the garage, washing cabinets, etc.
Leah goes down for a couple naps during the day which is when I can get most of the work done. In between is lunch, usually sandwiches, and one of the multiple times a day I clean the kitchen and do the dishes.
Dinnertime rolls around and since Jared has diabetes we can't do quick pasta or high carb foods. Diane and I both have to get after Andrea and Trevor several times to set the table, the whole table. Then after dinner it's mass madness to keep the kids cleaning up after dinner, sweeping and clearing the table, etc. then we fight them to get to scriptures and prayers and bed around eight pm. After we send them upstairs, Jared and Diane yell up the stairs for them to get to sleep and quit playing. Then they each have to come downstairs twice because they're extremely dehydrated and need a drink despite a glass of water right before going upstairs and/or are starving in which case they may have a single piece of bread, no butter. And they still don't get to sleep most times until around ten. Then I crash downstairs and study my Italian and/or watch whatever Jared and Diane have on.
Singles FHE and activities have gone out the window. Friends are busy with school and summer stuff so I never hear from anyone unless I call. No money to go out, but no where to go if I do. Some summers, you just have to get through until the next point. According to Jared and Diane I've lived in a hole since I haven't seen much SNL or comedies. And they laugh at me. I guess it's not too bad. Certainly could be worse. So I'm grateful :)
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