the last thing I took a picture of in Mexico as my bus pulled away.
It was almost one year ago that I was getting ready to leave Mexico. And when I say "getting ready," I don't mean emotionally or mentally. Because honestly, nothing could have prepared me for the last day I had with my students, or with my roommates. Nothing could have prepared me for that moment when I pulled out of the bus station, (feeling like crapola, by the way) and my heart literally hurting. It was like it was being punched.
I remember looking out the window as we drove out of the city, at this wonderful place I had no idea I'd grow to love so much. But mostly it was the people I knew I would miss. I saw the part of the city we'd gotten lost in my first week. I saw the centro, where we walked almost every day and got stared at by who knows how many people. I saw the bakery where we got goodies every night. The last thing I saw of Tehuacan was the crummy old swimming pool. Yeah, it was run-down and broken, but I still have it in my mind as the last thing I saw of that place. I tried to imagine coming back someday. Basically, goodbyes really stink.
And now I'm 12 days away from leaving another place I've grown so used to. I didn't realize it until this semester, but Rexburg is my home. It has been for 3 and a half years, and I know it very well. I know where the best food is (if you don't know what I'm thinking of you haven't been reading this blog for long enough). I know the best places to ride your bike. I know the best place to study in the library (yes, the exact cubicle). I know which park is the prettiest in autumn. I know the people who work in the baptistry at the Rexburg Temple.
But something I have come to know better than all these places is myself. I wasn't supposed to come to this school, you know. At least, not according to my plan. But Heavenly Father worked His magic and I ended up here anyway. I remember at freshman orientation they kept telling us we weren't here by accident. I wanted to believe it! And now I don't just believe that's true; I know it. I can't imagine the person I'd be if I hadn't come here.
Where would I be without having ever met Courtie or Chelsea-boo? I don't want to know.
What funny stories would I tell about Fall 2009 if I hadn't been a night custodian?
What inappropriate things would I be unaware of if I hadn't been the only girl in a Spanish class full of boys countless times (no really...sometimes I wonder)?
How lame would the college experience have been without getting lost a million times, making the time capsule, eating the G's Dairy platter with 3 other girls, having a dance party while doing dishes, stealing a piece of the hammock (that's another story), sleeping under the stars at Badger Creek, eating lime freezes in Driggs (not to mention being served by the girl who really wanted us to know who her ex-boyfriend was. Sarah, if you're reading this I hope you're laughing), jumping off the dunes for no good reason, ambushing those boys with water balloons. I mean really, where would I be?
Anyhow, I'm glad I ended up where I did. And now it's the end. Time for a new adventure. Deep breath. Here I go.
and now a trip down memory lane (a.k.a picture overload) here's a song to listen to while you scroll. man, I'm weird. everything has to have a soundtrack.
our very first concert in the Hart Building as little freshman...awww.
p.s. Rachie (the redhead) is married now and Courtie is on a mission.
still one of the best apartments of all time. ahh, good ol' 601.
I can't even remember why we went to the mall that night...but we did. And then we found a children's toy and the rest is history.
this was very late at night. a car-dance-party shortly followed.
the infamous hammock. so many good things happened there. Except for that time Liz shouted an inappropriate (and also funny) thing to passerby. And also when I fell out because we got too much momentum. Or when Chels made this face.
also at the mall. some music came on, and we started "dancing."
first and last bonfire.
one night an awesome lightning storm was happening by the temple, so we drove over there to watch. and then we got really smart and ran out into the open field to take pictures. during a lightning storm. in other words, I should be dead in this picture.
I miss all of these peeps. This is the original Willie Wednesday Crew, minus Sarah Bedke. We carried on the tradition (Sarah Willie and I) after all of these people left, and now Willie's gone and it's solo yo. Soon I shall be gone too. Oh how things change.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: don't hate on the Skintimate.
did you know this was one of the best nights of my life? I thought the picture would make it obvious, but just in case you were wondering...
this was the best costume ever of all time. and someone actually thought I was a bunch of balloons (which I was, literally, but Halloween is all 'bout the imagination, dude)
I would really like to know how much frozen yogurt I have consumed while living here. Then again, maybe I don't...
Dear Chelsea, I miss you a lot. You come home in September. Crazy. I hope we can switch identities again like we did in this picture. Sincerely, Kenzie
Word to my family coming to visit in a week: we are GOING to G's Dairy Delights. You have no choice in the matter.
This was the first of many "Friday Night Freeze Outs."
Some people ice skate, but we ice stumbled. It was still fun.
I like this picture a lot because it pretty much explains how I feel about homework in general.
Also, Tessa should really get this framed. I still can't believe we paid $2 to go inside the Rigby TV Museum. Wait...yes I can.
Another really excellent set of roommates. Miss you all!
(p.s. two of the girls in this piksha are married and one is engaged. boo-ya!)
Dear Courtney, you get home really soon as well. Promise that we'll go on a road trip and get lost like old times? Love, Kenzie
my love for the taco bus has no bounds. and apparently the same goes for my friends. I have good friends.
mom, you could've used this on my grad announcement.
what would college be without the yellow hat (and awkward mirror shots)?
like I said, taco bus=my true love
what a good parting shot.