Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Chapter Two: The semester of self

Chapter 2.

I think of my life as a series of chapters bound up in a great big novel. Maybe this is why the great storytelling behind Jane the Virgin resonates so well with me. Documenting my life this way has proven to be a bit of a messy art because there are subchapters, characters who come in and out of my life in sometimes the most random of ways, and there are currently 17 journals (+ my 10 year journal) that house the entire story. Complicated is a gross understatement. 

My departure from Provo this April felt like another close of a chapter. An important one. I can't describe the sensation exactly, but I just feel like things will be different. Mostly because I will be a little different. I felt the reality of this right before I left Provo. I have reached the halfway point of graduate school, the countdown to graduation is a very present event in my mind. Two years will go by quicker than I'd like to presently admit. 

Last year, when I got back from my adventures in Buenos Aires, I wrote a similar post. These are the faces that I think I'll miss the most from this chapter in my life. This is not to say that any of these people will not make appearances from this moment onward (Heaven forbid!), but when I think back on this semester and all the lessons I learned, these are the faces that stick out most. 

I first met Alyssa two years ago. I don't remember the exact details surrounding our first encounter. But we had a mutual friend, Rachel, and I figured, I like Rachel ergo I'll probably like Alyssa—this thought proved to be a true statement. She is one of the most artistic beings I have ever met down from everything she doodles, to the furnishings in her bedroom, back to the socks she wears on her feet. I have been with her during stressful and unpleasant situations alike and greatly admire the poise she's had in moments where I would have screamed at the top of my lungs and said some more unkind words. I don't know where in the world she'll be come late August, but I'm feeling really spoiled to have had her in my life for two years. 

Bro. Swartz & Vescovo Cardullo.
These two. We've had three different second counselors in the bishopric since I first moved into the 97th ward, but these two have remained constant. It's been fun to see their bromance blossom. They couldn't be more different Bro. Swartz is probably the most active person on our ward Facebook page always ready to offer any kind of service. He's a true renaissance man: he paints, he fixes everything, he explores the outdoors, he cooks, and he pays the most sincere compliments. There wasn't a ward council/PEC where I wasn't greeted with a, 'you sure look lovely today' or 'do you know how much you're loved?'

& Bishop. I've raved about him before, but I really did get to know him on a deeper level this year. In moments of stressful frenzy I'd have this voice in my head whisper, "go visit Bishop." I always left chats in his swanky home office feeling like I could conquer the world. It always put a smile on my face to get random texts inviting me over for Sunday dinner or a random game night or simply just because.

Honestly, this is the friendship that surprised me the most this semester! Even though Scott was in the ward all of last year, if you asked me what I knew about him it was could be summarized in two points: 1) He traveled...A LOT. and 2) He has his own fishing boat in Alaska. Sometime in January, I was at Bishop's house waiting on someone to leave when I saw Scott sitting by himself at the island in bishop's kitchen. I thought, "oh, I don't really know him; I should be a good member of the ward and talk to him." It was during this conversation of worldwide travels and a completely foreign life experience that I thought, "we need to be friends." If I had to describe Scott to you in one word it would be good. I know that may sound like a lazy word, but I honest to goodness mean it. He is truly good. He asks me if I need things from the grocery store, listens to when I just need to ramble, is always down for a quick errand run, and always ready for adventure. good, just real good. 

I began teaching Ashley piano in September of 2014. It started out as a calling, but we continued the lessons till well after I was released. Ashley reminds me so much of my fourth grade self! Although, she's much better about practicing the piano than I ever was. She loves to hide in the pews of the chapel and makes me find her before each lesson, and she always asks if we can play Heads Up at the end of every lesson. She and her Father have been the kindest to me and have been more than understanding when my crazy graduate school schedule gets in the way. I always leave piano lessons with Ashley wanting to sing at the top of my lungs with a reminder in my heart that life is grand.


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