The adorably sassy two year-old girl that I'm living with calls me "Doonjeeyah" :) Isn't she precious? I've heard several mispronunciations of my name, but this is an original one...and probably my top favorite.
I'm all about being positive, but goodNESS I need to get out of this darned house. This body was not created to sit at a computer all day. Let me vent for just a second: filling out job applications is one of the worst activities I've been forced to endure. First of all, one online application on average takes me 30 minutes or more to fill out! Really Quicksilver, you're a clothing store, don't take yourself so seriously. Do you really need to contact 3 references, and do you really need to ask me 25 questions about my skills and qualifications that relate to being a mere cashier!? Seriously people, just tell me what key words I need to type so your computer filtering system will select my application so I can finally get an interview and start working! I now have complete sympathy for bread-winners who are forced to job-hunt for months and never land upon success. Looking for a job is a most tedious, humbling, and depressing chore.
okay, I'm done.
Other than trying fruitlessly to find a job, and having no places to go or things to do, I'm extremely happy. I feel like a lazy, good-for-nothing bum, but my soul is at peace. I've never been this content about where I am living until now. Have you ever physically and literally felt that where you are is exactly right where you should be? Man, if you've never experienced this feeling, I hope you'll be able to experience it sometime in your lifetime! This is the first time that I have felt this way and aaaahw (imagine my breath visually vaporizing in the freezing air) I feel fabulous. There may not be a specific reason why I'm here, and part of me doubts there is one. But honestly, if the only reason for me being here is because it makes me happy, then I am so totally delighted about that.
The first time I fell in love with Provo was in July 2009. M and I spent 2 weeks in Utah; the first week was mostly spent in Springville with her family, and the second week was spent at BYU as we attended "Especially For Youth." Before then, I had always heard great things about Provo, and I was curious to know if I would enjoy it as much as everyone else, but I refused to ever live there.
Utah is too inundated with people of the same religion. This creates a major problem because church is taken for granted, and being blessed with the gospel is no longer a blessing or privilege, it's thought of as an inherent part of life. Along with that, Utah has been known to be in a "bubble." Meaning that the culture here is completely separate from the rest of the world.
I just experienced an example of this last night. I was driving home in my car and "The Lazy Song" by Bruno Mars (one of my favorites) came on. I pumped up the volume and started jamming out, but my singing stopped when I noticed an entire line was removed from the song! In every radio version I have heard, the word "sex" is bleeped out of one particular line. However, apparently in Utah bleeping out one word isn't good enough, because the entire line was edited out of the song! It totally threw off my groove. Don't get me wrong, I completely support editing music so it is clean and uplifting but that's not the point I'm making. Only in Utah, only in this "bubble" would an entire sentence be removed from a song. My point is, generally speaking, a person who is born and raised in Utah is likely to have an inaccurate and misconstrued concept of what the world is like. In my opinion, Utah is extremely sheltered compared to the rest of society.
Anyways, you just need to understand that until July of 2009 I was convinced that Utah was the last place on Earth I would ever want to live. I specifically remember my feelings changing when I was on the plane back to Arizona. As I looked out the thick foggy window, through patches of florescent clouds, my heart melted and my eyes began to mist with almost-tears. "Goodbye, Utah, I miss you already.....Wait. What? Andrea, what just happened to you?" From that pivoting moment in that small uncomfortable airplane chair, until now in this cozy basement couch, my heart has desired to live in this magical place. So you see, this move has been years in the making. I never would have guessed that I would be living in Provo, shoveling snow, not attending college, but here I am. Oh, life is splendid.
I guess Utah isn't so bad, after all.
I'm all about being positive, but goodNESS I need to get out of this darned house. This body was not created to sit at a computer all day. Let me vent for just a second: filling out job applications is one of the worst activities I've been forced to endure. First of all, one online application on average takes me 30 minutes or more to fill out! Really Quicksilver, you're a clothing store, don't take yourself so seriously. Do you really need to contact 3 references, and do you really need to ask me 25 questions about my skills and qualifications that relate to being a mere cashier!? Seriously people, just tell me what key words I need to type so your computer filtering system will select my application so I can finally get an interview and start working! I now have complete sympathy for bread-winners who are forced to job-hunt for months and never land upon success. Looking for a job is a most tedious, humbling, and depressing chore.
okay, I'm done.
Other than trying fruitlessly to find a job, and having no places to go or things to do, I'm extremely happy. I feel like a lazy, good-for-nothing bum, but my soul is at peace. I've never been this content about where I am living until now. Have you ever physically and literally felt that where you are is exactly right where you should be? Man, if you've never experienced this feeling, I hope you'll be able to experience it sometime in your lifetime! This is the first time that I have felt this way and aaaahw (imagine my breath visually vaporizing in the freezing air) I feel fabulous. There may not be a specific reason why I'm here, and part of me doubts there is one. But honestly, if the only reason for me being here is because it makes me happy, then I am so totally delighted about that.
The first time I fell in love with Provo was in July 2009. M and I spent 2 weeks in Utah; the first week was mostly spent in Springville with her family, and the second week was spent at BYU as we attended "Especially For Youth." Before then, I had always heard great things about Provo, and I was curious to know if I would enjoy it as much as everyone else, but I refused to ever live there.
Utah is too inundated with people of the same religion. This creates a major problem because church is taken for granted, and being blessed with the gospel is no longer a blessing or privilege, it's thought of as an inherent part of life. Along with that, Utah has been known to be in a "bubble." Meaning that the culture here is completely separate from the rest of the world.
I just experienced an example of this last night. I was driving home in my car and "The Lazy Song" by Bruno Mars (one of my favorites) came on. I pumped up the volume and started jamming out, but my singing stopped when I noticed an entire line was removed from the song! In every radio version I have heard, the word "sex" is bleeped out of one particular line. However, apparently in Utah bleeping out one word isn't good enough, because the entire line was edited out of the song! It totally threw off my groove. Don't get me wrong, I completely support editing music so it is clean and uplifting but that's not the point I'm making. Only in Utah, only in this "bubble" would an entire sentence be removed from a song. My point is, generally speaking, a person who is born and raised in Utah is likely to have an inaccurate and misconstrued concept of what the world is like. In my opinion, Utah is extremely sheltered compared to the rest of society.
Anyways, you just need to understand that until July of 2009 I was convinced that Utah was the last place on Earth I would ever want to live. I specifically remember my feelings changing when I was on the plane back to Arizona. As I looked out the thick foggy window, through patches of florescent clouds, my heart melted and my eyes began to mist with almost-tears. "Goodbye, Utah, I miss you already.....Wait. What? Andrea, what just happened to you?" From that pivoting moment in that small uncomfortable airplane chair, until now in this cozy basement couch, my heart has desired to live in this magical place. So you see, this move has been years in the making. I never would have guessed that I would be living in Provo, shoveling snow, not attending college, but here I am. Oh, life is splendid.
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