Run, run away.

This picture was the last day I was in Kandavu while waiting for our plane.

This month is going to be so crazy.

"Success is not a goal, but a byproduct"- Coach Taylor

Someone like you.

More pictures from my Fiji finds.

It is so nice out today. I believe summer is finally here.

I hope my life is always filled with the occasional leisurely long lunches. In the sun, taking my time with either a good book or friend. Today I went to the famous hot dog stand here in Provo with my friend Tristan. J-Dawgs is just two blocks away, and on a nice day like today, I couldn't help myself. I love being able to sit back, relax, and enjoy the moment with an amazing hot dog. Tristan is a full-time blogger, and he is dang good at it. We like to talk about things like camera's, rock climbing, blogging, boys and girls, traveling and simplifying. This last year Tristan had a blog dedicated to simplifying his life by de-cluttering.

Whats going on:

The school year is ending, thus maybe my last year teaching at Walden. That is the saddest thing I have written down in a long time.

Getting ready for our school trip to San Francisco.

Working on Peetchas.

Lots of Climbing with David.

Lots of complaining because I think I threw out my back or something.

Deciding whether or not I really want to be a flight attendant and put off Graduate School longer.

Rough life.

Just like Film.

One of the reasons I love film is because I can't see my pictures right away and the joy of developing them and seeing them later is so thrilling to me. This is something that I have struggled with digital, its so accessible. Well I solved the problem. Just hide your memory card for about 2 years,  and then watch the rediscovery of pictures you have not even gone through yet.

2 years ago I went to Fiji, and I just found this memory card. It feels just like film.

Minnesota.

This was such a good trip home. I had some friends (Kristin and Emily) with me. I spent most of my time with my family, and let me tell you, I love my family. I am so lucky. Evan still lives at home (my 17 year old Brother), and Kaitlyn had eye surgery so she is currently home for college too. It was so great. I have so many favorite memories from this weekend:

My mom peaking her head in my interview to give me something, and winning over the recruiter (who I am pretty sure offered my mom a job and if I get it, I can thank her), all the while my face is red with embarrassment. Moms are the best.

How perfect our house is when I got home, clean and put together (pretty much you can tell a mom lives here).

My notsolittlebrotherbecauseheisagiant tackle me at the front door right after I was greeted by my sweet dog.

Reading for hours on end aloud with my sister Kaitlyn (her poor eye- its really all she can do).

My little brother walking into the room in his tux all ready for prom, and Kaitlyn and I both making sure he got the prom traditions correctly (she needs to wear your tie at the end of the night, then she gets to keep it).

But my absolute most precious memories happen to be the simplest ones around the table at meal time. Those conversations and interactions are precious to me. I can't even explain it.