Final(ly)

Guess what?

I’m done with everything this semester!

I love the feeling you get when you walk out of the testing center for the last time. You’re so happy to be done that you forget about your less-than-desirable test grades, the freezing air sneaking through your coat and jeans, and the interminable construction you have to dodge on your way home from campus {my physical science teacher said that Utah in some Indian language means “road construction”… and yes that was on the final haha. I love my major}.

Now I’m sitting on my bed, listening to happy music, eating ice cream, and writing this blog. It’s a wonderful feeling.

Time to:

read the seven books on my winter break reading list {four new ones, and three of my old favourites}

S L E E P. I N.

go to a wedding reception, and visit my fabulous roommates from last year

sledding and paper burning party tonight

one last cousin lunch of the semester

catch up on hulu

movie marathons with my siblings

try to buoy up my roommate Amanda who’s still drowning in three final essays {oops, forgot empathy is supposed to be a forte of mine…}

get excited for Christmas

go running every day

have craft time with Emma every day and snuggle time with her every night

have more time to go to the temple

not colorcode ANYTHING on my planner or have 12-hour-on-campus days for two whole weeks

not have to pay for my food

Also, I’m actually feeling happy about my birthday in a few days. Weird, right? Last year my birthday was the day after we buried mom. Let’s just say, I spent a lot of time in my aunt and uncle’s front room {where nobody hangs out} and not answering my phone and staring out the window, waiting for my mom to walk up the frozen sidewalk to make me sweet and sour chicken. This year, I decided I’m going to be happy. I’m going to spend significantly less time staring out the window, and Julie’s going to make my mom’s recipe of sweet and sour chicken for me, and I'm going to wear my new perfume and answer all my phone calls.

Isn't life great?