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20 Days Until Provo!

                   I apologize in advance for the nostalgia of this blog post. In 20 days, I'll be leaving Virginia. IT is going to be SO weird, because I've lived here since I was 3 years old. Two different houses, but they are within 4 miles of each other. I've been so blessed to have so much family close by. My mom's sister and her family have lived down the street from us since I was about 8 years old. My grandparents live about 20 minutes away, and my Aunt Becky lives close by in Arlington. Our family has become really close as a whole for that reason, and I love that so much! In addition, as cliche as it sounds, I think NOVA is SO pretty! Provo has a lot to live up to, I really hope those mountains pull through! My friends and I like to joke about how I'm going to forget what a tree looks like! I'll Google them every day just in case. You never know, I may get to busy to stop and think about what a tree looks like. I've also gotten a great education here in Fairfax County and had some of the greatest friendships in the world that have made me the person I am today. I've made so many great memories here. In short, NOVA was a great place to grow up!
              My motto for my life right now is: "So much to do SO little time!" When I think about everything that I have to do to get ready, I instantaneously feel completely overwhelmed to say the least. It's a good distraction from the emotional roller coaster that I find myself on though. I wish I could stop WORRYING and just be excited! I worry about missing my family, not making friends, getting lost on campus since I've never been there, not doing well in my classes, not getting into choir, and the list could really keep on going. At the same time though, there's so many things I'm excited about: meeting new friends, living in the dorms, going to a student ward, starting choir again, actually all of my classes, ward events, Tuesday devotionals, living in a college town, picking a major, and this list really does outweigh the worries I think. I am really really excited for this new adventure! I've heard from many sources that being nervous too is normal, so that's comforting! I just hope 20 days will be enough to complete my seemingly endless to do list! Provo here I come!

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  1. Annie BurtonAugust 4, 2011 at 10:43 PM

    Provo isn't alll bad. haha I think it does as well as it can competing against Provo. :) And I will help you get around. It's really not so bad. You will figure it out quick :)

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