Thursday, August 20, 2015

on moving...or not

This is the time of year when everyone is prepping to go back to school.  Friends, nieces, and random strangers are all getting ready and this is the first August in almost two decades that I HAVEN'T been in the same boat.  While at lunch today I also saw an old professor.  These two things combined with the fact that I really do love school and learning makes me yearn to be in their shoes.  But I'm not.  It's a different season of life, and it's weird.

Recently I made the decision to move back to Logan.  It's something I prayed and fasted about.  It wasn't a decision that was made lightly.  Even more recently I made the decision to NOT move back to Logan, which was also a decision made with lots of thought.  It may have been made a little more hastily, but time was of the essence.  

At this point in time only a handful of people know I'm not returning to Logan, none of which are ones who currently reside in Logan and are expecting me back.  Tomorrow is the going to be a joyful (read: awful) time telling people this fact.  I've been waiting to tell people in person (sorry if you find this first Tyler, but I'm chancing the less than 24 hour window between now and me telling you).  

I don't plan on detailing my reasons here...but there are reasons that exist.  This is a decision that does make me sad, but I feel peace with it.  I know it will be hard when I hear details of all the fun things friends are doing while I'm 80 miles away.  It will be even harder when I'm forgotten.  I'm just hoping and praying for experiences and friendships down here to distract me from those hard times and whatever reasoning as to why I'm down here will manifest itself.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Dear Boys #6

This post is dedicated to the only two people who will actually read it: Tyler Hamblin and Becky Merkley.

dear robot,
get over her or marry her.
stop selling yourself short.
you deserve the world.

dear #3,
go to church.

dear gbf,
don't go back to your ex.
you don't even need to help him.
you don't owe him any favors.

dear conference 2,
let's go back and replay that weekend.
it was a good one. i wished i didn't have to leave.

dear conference 1,
that was a dumb decision on my part.
glad we're more than past that.
now stop making judgy comments.

dear CC,
for the record, i never thought you were creepy.

dear unicorn,
you definitely are rare and unique.
you have a heart of gold.

dear midnight,
i miss our late night chats.

dear sept 12, 2012,
let's fix this drought.
i'm only half kidding.

dear tyler and becky,
thanks for always being the greatest.

love, kel
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