it's been 312 days and a couple hours since the last time i sat down to blog.
"312 days." she said in embarrassment.
however, in the last 312 days i've managed to make some of the greatest friends, a handful of truly unforgettable memories, plenty of mistakes but more than anything, i've made salt lake city my home.
i remember thinking that salt lake became my home last year but i now openly admit to that being falsely premature. i thought home was a place that had a bed, at least one friend and a few instagram pics to prove how good the city looked on me but no. a home is a place where you fight, cry, miss your family, fail, succeed, smile, miss the buss, take ugly selfies with pride and still feel like you're in the right place.
i have had quite the journey this last year and to say it was easy would be a lie. i might even say it's been some the hardest times to date but these times of trial are now sweet novels that i wouldn't trade for anything. when the world would crash down and i thought there was no light at the end of the tunnel, something beautiful would happen--something truly extraordinary.
i would find my keys
or a bobby pin would magically show on the bathroom counter right as i was trying to master the messy bun.
i'd score big and find one more clean pair of underwear in the depth of my drawers eliminating the pressure to do laundry anytime soon
or i might just open the fridge in desperate hunger to find there was one more tv dinner left
the beautiful moments most of us choose to ignore or deem simply unimportant.
i always had a moment to be so incredibly grateful and it's shame it's 312 days to see that.
so i say we raise a toast to the beautiful benefits of tomorrow and a big fat YOU SHALL NOT PASS to the demons and shortcomings of yesterday.
there is such things as oreos.
and milk just happens to be real.
so if that's not a good enough reason to celebrate, i recommend all things harry potter & carbs.