Today I officially move out of these dumb Air Force dorms and upgrade to my very first apartment!!! I have been looking forward to moving in and decorating my very own apartment since before I even graduated high school.

This big and exciting change is making me feel a little nostalgic today. Thinking back on when I first arrived at lackland and to where I’m at now, I feel like I’m such a different person. All the things I’ve done, experienced, and gone through have shaped me into the women I am today. And I am so proud of her. I feel like I am in a good place in my life, especially mentally, and I am so thankful for that.

I want to write about who I am at this time in my life. Who I am on the day I move into my first home. My own home. I’ll come back and revisit this post on move out day and see how much I’ve changed!

I am…

Happiness. I genuinely enjoy making others smile, laugh, and feel good. One of my most favorite feelings for as long as I can remember is telling a good joke that made my dad laugh.

Light. Not 24/7 365 days but I try to be, and I think I do a pretty good job.

Girly. I love earrings and bracelets and have been really into curling my hair recently. And mascara, I freakin love mascara.

A runner. Sometimes not a very good one, but I try. The days when running feels easy and enjoyable are the days that keep me going. I’m in love with my sport.

A singer. Not a very good one, ever. “Shut up you’re making my ears bleed” is something I hear at least once a week at work.

A sister.

A daughter.

A friend.

Stubborn. When I get an idea in my head I can not stop thinking about it until I’ve done it. My most recent one (as in I thought of it last night) is getting a smiley face tattoo on my left middle finger. I’ll keep you updated on that one.

A writer. Wanna be a writer? It’s fairly simple. All you have to do is write. I’m currently trying to challenge myself more recently my dipping my toes into the world of poetry.

A photographer. I have always loved pictures. Taking them especially. But being in them also. I love to hold on to the memories after the moment has vanished.

A child at heart. I’ve had the same whinne the pooh teddy bear since the day I was born. Some may say I have attachment issues, I sometimes say I have attachment issues.

A Christmas enthusiast. Nobody, and I mean nobody, loves Christmas more than I do. (234 sleeps)

A teacher.

And a student.

A giver.

And a receiver.

Selfish and selfless.

A lover.

Sometimes a hater. (I try not to be but hey, I’m not perfect.)

A planner. I get anxious very easily. I have a fear of the unknown. I like to have a plan and I like to be prepared.

But I’m also adventurous and spontaneous. I can definitely go with the flow (occasionally).


Thick-skinned. It takes a lot for me to get offended. I take everything with a grain of salt and I don’t sweat the small stuff.

Soft. A lot of the time it doesn’t take much to make me cry. Happy or sad. I’m a crier.



Loving and loyal.

A chicken. A big fat one at that. Still terrified of the dark at 21 years old. Honestly don’t know how I’m going to live alone.




Petty. Every now and then, sometimes being petty feels good and that’s okay. But don’t let it make you permanently bitter.


Impatient. Something I am trying to improve.


But extremely self-conscious.

Government property. I can get in trouble for getting a sunburn that’s too severe.

A lover of life.

There are more things I am that are not coming to mind right now. There are things I used to be but aren’t anymore. And there are things I will be but aren’t right now. But this is who I am right now. Today. May 6, 2017.

So here’s to moving day! There’s a lot to be done today! Shout out to my #prankster Ellie for being the BEST and driving me to get my car, move all my stuff, and spend my first night with me in my new place. This summer, and this first year of being a renter is going to be a fun one. I can’t wait to see how memories unfold.

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