Searching, searching...

(A view of Down town Salt Lake City from Ensign Peak)
So far I have been on two hikes since coming back to Utah. That's two more than all of last year so I guess I am off to a good active start.

Tomorrow marks the second week I have been back, but it doesn't feel like I have been here that long. I am so luck to have my sister and her husband, Trevor, who have graciously opened up their spare room for me to stay until I am able to move into my apartment. It is, however, a long commute by bus from Holladay to Provo. Five hours round trip if I am lucky enough to catch an express bus. Believe it or not all of the commuting and the job searching is really wearing me out. I would have never guessed that travel could make me so tired? I can't help, but wonder how much easier things would be if I had brought my car...

Other than job searching like a chicken with her head cut off and trying to get used to the altitude, I don't feel like I have done too much, which is a little depressing because at the end of the day I still don't have a job and I am just another day closer to school starting and the list of things to pay for is just building. I have decided that it doesn't matter as much what the job is, but having one that is important. I have a few calls to make and a few emails to send out (actually what I was supposed to be doing before I got distracted) and hopefully something works out.



(My ponytail that hopefully will be much enjoyed by a little girl)
Kamber helped me out with this one... the day after I arrived I mentioned that I have been wanting to donate my hair to Lock Of Love. She grabbed her bag and went to work. I didn't cry! But I am still trying to get used to the short hair.

Well I suppose it's time for me to get back to the job search...

Three Bags, two tickets, one passenger

1:05am Fall asleep
2:08am Wake up
2:16am Dressed and eating a half a PBJ (Breakfast)
2:35am Fill up the car with gas and grab some powdered donettes
2:43am On the road, try to catch some sleep
4:03am Realize the flight was at 6, not 6:30 (increase in speed)
5:20am First lightning flashes
5:26am Down pour of rain and almost constant lightning, plus some hail (dramatic decrease in speed, very scared!!)
5:52am Arrive at airport, quick goodbyes, rush in to check back
5:54am Too late, nice man at the counter gave me tickets for a new flight leaving at 2:30pm.
6:35am Find a few things for breakfast and lunch at a grocery store.
7:20am Ride airport shuttle bus with Kelcey and Klarie. Got complements on how much "my children" looked just like me.
8:45am In Independence, MO at the visitor's center of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
10:02am Say last goodbyes and get hugs
10:03-2:29pm Sitting alone at airport, snacking, wandering, reading a good book
2:59-3:15pm* Up in the air, trying to sleep
4:30-7:02pm* In the clouds, above the mountains reading a fantastic book
7:12pm Officially in Utah reunited with my bags waiting for brother-in-law
*Time changes made the trip look shorter

This was not my original plan on getting back to school (I was supposed to drive), actually I am not sure if any of my plans went the way that they were supposed to, but just like the change of flight, things happen and plans change. I know that everything happens for a reason, but I am still trying to figure out why I ended up on the flight that I did. I will probably never know.