Time For Some Adjustments

For the last year, I have been more than ready to be on my own. You know, the "I'm sick of being at home and I want to make my own freakin rules" type of thinking. Well, here I am, in my corner of the apartment, living just thirty-five minutes from South Jordan and the house I love to call my true home. There's nothing wrong with Provo, UT, but I find myself feeling like I am just on a little vacation. Like there's no possible way that this is my new home. It's as if Room 202 is a stranger and I am stuck sitting next to it on the city bus. But it's ok because I know that after the next few stops I'll be getting off and won't have to see this stranger or feel the awkward, silent tension between us ever again. But nope. Haha! For the next year, this place, this apartment, this room, is my new home. Now, of course I know it's just going to take some getting use to and some unwanted adjustments, but right now, the silence is killing me. I mean it is waaay too quiet in this place! I miss hearing conversations from outside my bedroom door coming from the hallway or kitchen. Or the sound of my 17 year old brother playing his guitar and singing to himself at the other end of the house. Is there such a thing as being able to hear myself think too much? If so, I've definitely been experiencing that these last two weeks. Although, even though the silence is a bit deafening at times, I'm lucky to have been placed into an apartment with three other girls who are clean, nice, and do their own thing most of the time. 

There's a lot of really annoying things that come with living on your own. For example, I can't come even close to finishing a loaf of bread before it goes bad, and I've seriously considered writing the owners of Grandma Sycamore Bread to suggest that they start selling half loaves of bread at the neighborhood Walmart, because my trips to the pond are starting to get a little ridiculous, and people are going to be wondering why the ducks are all obese! And don't get me started on milk. Thankfully, after one trial and error with buying a full gallon, I've gone to the half gallon size which is much more suitable for one person who doesn't even drink that much milk to begin with. Haha! How did this blog post become a ranting session about bread and milk? Good golly.

On another note, I decided that by making my apartment (my room) look less like the inside of a prison cell, it would help it feel more like my home. Haha! The walls of my room had old paint peeling from them, they were stained, dirty, and had countless holes in them. In summation, they just looked down right gross.... So what did I do?? ..... :) :) :) Haha I took matters into my own hands. Was it extreme? Yes. Was it worth it? Duh! Do I have way too much time on my hands? Probably. Just needed to adjust a bit. :)

I'm really excited about this new adventure in my life, and I know that all of this change is a necessary step that I am needing to take in order to grow and learn more. In just two weeks time I already feel like a have learned so much and have come to appreciate the small things I once took for granted.

~Sadie Nicole~