BOSTON HERE WE COME! It's almost bittersweet to be leaving UT. I have family here and so many dear dear friends. I know the area, I can drive anywhere and know I will be relatively safe. I can leave my bike unlocked, the door unlocked ( although I don't EVER) and be relatively safe. Now about this Boston place. I have no idea. It's expensive. I don't know a soul there. I don't have a job or school. I'm a little bit scared. Ok, I'm a lot scared. But I will have Irish. But he'll be in school and I'll be playing little wifey.

But I'm also very excited. I'm ready to be done with Ut and BYU. But I don't want to leave the wonderful friends I have made here. Seymore, my dance team (even if they do drive me crazy!), and a few others. I have found the best friends I have ever had here, and although I know they will always be here and we will always be there for eachother, it won't ever be the same. Although I'm soo excited to leave my job but I also hate to leave. After three years, I'm comfortable here. I know the drill and have no problems gettin off work if I need to and know all the people.

Perhaps I'm too loyal. I stick with people even if they don't stick with me. And when I think about it it makes me sad. Finally when I have found friends that call me before I call them, that put some into the relationship, I'm leaving. I know I'll find new friends, but never any like these again. It's weird, going out with only Irish and not knowing anything about the area or the people or the food (cause that's prett y important you know.) But they tell me there's a farmers market in Boston. Maybe things won't be so bad.