Let's get this post StArTeD!!!

Okay so here we go!
haha, I always imagine myself as the Joker when I say that from The Dark Knight. I love that movie so yeah, that's why. Anywho, I wanted to write a little each week, maybe even a couple of times a week, to let you know about my experiences here in Rexburg or as people so lovingly call it "The 'Berg." Just so you know, Arthur and I cannot stand when people use those abbreviations. It is like, why not just say Rexburg? Or Idaho Falls instead of IF? or whatever. It really annoyed us when people would say that when we first came here, and we would have to ask," What are you talking about?" They would then proceed to roll their eyes and tell us what each meant. I mean, seriously, you think that EVERYBODY has grown up and stayed in Rexburg? For reals man. :)

So the countdown has begun....well it began a very long time ago, but it has continued with much more excitement. Everyday we count down!! It is only 5 1/2 more weeks here. I cannot believe it is so close and yet still so far away.

I am going to start these posts off by going through the things that I did not find very helpful or things that made me sad about moving up here. I will then progressively make the posts about what I found to be happiness and things like that....ya know, rainbows and all...even though it seriously never rains here! What in the world right?

Here goes,

10.

I know. The number 10 makes it seem like I am going to have a list of ten things or whatever, but we shall see how many things I can fit here. :) I think the first thing that hit me about moving up here was that I was away from family. Away from friends. Away from what I knew to be anything. I was moving far away from what was comfortable for me and my family. I was scared. I do not think I ever told many people, but on the drive up here, we stopped at a hotel. I was scared and sad. I was in the hotel room while Arthur, the girls(- Summer because she was the baby at the time), and my mother-in-law Billie(who was kind to help us move) went for a bite. I did sleep, but I also did wake up. I texted my sister who is one of my rocks, and I very blurry eyed told her I did not want to do this. I wanted to turn around. I wanted to come home. I was sad and scared and frightened. She assured me everything was going to be okay, and that I could even think of myself as a pioneer. I mean, Ariel and I already do consider ourselves as sort of a pioneer because we are the first ones in our families to accept the restored Gospel and live by it. I was comforted by that. I told her I missed her, and that it would be about a day until we reached our destination. I was no longer as saddened as I once was. We arrived and of course, the excitement of a new place and unpacking and getting into our own apartment was pretty neat. It was nice that the weather was indeed beautiful. I put on my big girl panties, and went to work on starting our new life here. It was great to have Billie be with us for a while before she left. It was like a part of Texas was still with us for a while. Even our friend Pat Brown was up here for a little while, so it was really nice. The days passed and Billie did have to go home. We took her to Salt Lake and toured the temple grounds. I was amazed at the sights of the temple. The one I had seen so many pictures of. Everything was wonderful. The mountains were a crazy sight, but even after all this beauty, we still had to return to the reality that we were not going to be "home" for quite a while. Holidays passed such as Halloween and thanksgiving. We celebrated on our own. Of course, we still kept in contact with our families, but it just wansn't the same. For Christmas, Billie came and visited us. We had a great time with the snow and having her company. It was like, "Finally, someone we know and who really knows us!." I loved skyping with my sister, mom, and brother that Christmas. But when I took Billie to the shuttle to leave Idaho for the second time now, I cried. I do not really know why I cried. I really think it was a thinking of, here goes a person I know and they are gone again. I am left again with just our family. Of course, our family is wonderful, but it gets awfully lonely when you are by yourself and do not really have any friends. It was hard. Very hard to get used to the fact that no one we knew was going to be here.

I will leave this post at that because I do not have all the time in the world to post. I wish I did. I will write more like I said, but the point of this post was to show ya'll that the sadness and loneliness was a big sucky part of this whole experience. I hated it and still remember it. Stay tuned for the next post:)

TEXAN POTATOES OUT!!!