Progress of a Slacker

I'm a slacker. I admit it. And I'm not even sorry.

I haven't even thought about blogging these past weeks. No reason as to why. Just haven't had the time or energy.
I guess if I had to blame it on something, I would blame it on the crazy month that I have had.

- The two weeks spent in Idaho.
- The vacation to San Diego.
- The weddings attended.
- The 40+ hours worked during my last week at Renevati.
- The preparations for my new internship at Huntsman Cancer Institute.
- The interviewing for a part-time job as a server at Tucanos.
- The cleaning and moving to my new apartment in Salt Lake.

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Last night was my first night that I spent in my new apartment. After unloading, cleaning, organizing, and settling in, I finally laid down to sleep. You would think that after a day of moving and working ten hours that I would sleep well. However, that was not the case. I just laid there listening to the annoying clock that I hung on the walls minutes earlier. I kept replaying the decisions I've made over the summer and wondering if I had made the right decision by moving to Salt Lake - especially since everyone I've met over the past three years continues to live in Provo. I wondered about the roommates I've had for three years and the current one who is a stranger.

I even began to realize that my life will never be like the one that I lived in Provo. And that isn't a pessimistic statement, nor is it optimistic. It is just reality. Some of the greatest experiences I have ever had happened in a two mile radius in the most conservative county in the nation. I loved it. All of it. Though I have taken thousands of pictures to remind myself of all those times, I fear that I won't remember what my college experience felt like. My worst fear is getting alzheimers, so just do me a favor tonight, and pray that it won't happen.

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Enough of the nostalgia. That's not my intent. Though I've doubted, I know that I have made the right decision. It's been confirmed countless times over the summer as I've contemplated where to take my life. Things are falling into place. And I am anxiously waiting to experience the city, the people and the jobs that have brought me here.

Change is a funny thing. It is inevitable. It is tiring. And it is damn hard.

But I am learning to accept it because I know that it will allow me to progress.