Senior Year, Finally.

For as long as I can remember, I always had an age or stage to look forward to.

When I was nine, I was so pumped to become ten; to finally have a double digit age. Once I hit age ten, I realized nothing spectacular happened, so I then began waiting for middle school. middle school came, classes changed, and I finally started feeling older. As soon as I got comfortable in middle school, I was ready for high school. I was ready for fifteen; I was ready to get a dorky picture on my permit and get my hands on the wheel. Then, my world flipped when I began preparing to go out of country at sixteen years old for a year. While away, I found myself wishing time would actually stop. I came to the understanding that this is it. "This is  it," constantly ran through my mind. I had spent my whole life wanting it move faster, wanting to hit a fast forward button, but now, now I was wishing I could stop time.

Now, I am a senior in high school. Time flew, people changed, friends were made, enemies were forgotten, hearts were broken, love was bonded, and decisions were beginning to be shaped. Today, on this November day, I sent my final copy of my application to the University of Missouri - Kansas City. I want to be a flight nurse. I want to save lives, so I applied for the school of nursing.

Today, on this November day, I decided to do this for me; pushing my mom's ideas out of my head, stop trying to please people I can't, and start doing things for me. Today, I realized that sometimes you need to do things for yourself first before you can ever do something for anyone else. I realized that sometimes you need to do things alone; that people are unpredictable and that it doesn't matter how many promises are made, eventually, promises are broken.

Senior year has been flying by, and I don't know how to slow it down. But, I do have something to look forward to now: I have the rest of my life to figure out who I am and who I need and want in my life. I've found something bigger to look forward to, something unpredictable, but it's still something.

Friends Forever.

I packed up and prepared myself for a year away from the United States.
I prepared myself for a foreign country.
I prepared for culture shock, language, different food, and a new environment.
I was not, though, prepared for people to come into my life that would forever stay in my heart.
I wasn't prepared to meet amazing people from different countries that would become my new people.

Her name is Emma. She lives in Canada.
She is tall and she has wild, curly dirty blonde hair. Her eyes are absolutely beautiful, and she gives the best hugs I have ever had.
She is beautiful in every sense of the word. She knows how to make people smile and laugh. I had the privilege to meet her, get to know her, and then, unfortunately, our year ended and now we live twenty hours away from one another. Regardless, I love her, and I'll see her soon.

Her name is Nana. She lives in Japan.
She is short and she has thick, long, straight black hair. Her eyes are a dark, warm brown color. She is the cutest girl you will ever lay eyes on. She speaks Japanese, Chinese, and English. She is quite, but she is loud, too.
Again, she is beautiful. She listens to you, and she knows what you need. I had the honor to meet her, and now, she is half way around the world. A fifteen hour time difference makes things very challenging, but I hope she hasn't forgotten I love her so much. I'll see you soon, Nana.

Her name is Zsofí. She lives in Hungary.
She is tall, lean and she has pretty blonde hair. She has warm green eyes, and her Hungarian accent is beautiful.
Yet another beautiful girl that came into my life. She is funny, caring, and absolutely sweet. She knows how to warm some one's heart, and make you feel special. She lives in a time zone seven hours ahead of me, and it makes days hard to get through without being able to say hello and see her. I love you, Zsofí, and I'll meet you at the train station at 3:00, okay?

Her name is Kim. She lives in South Korea.
She is short and she has crazy, long, thick black hair. She has pretty brown eyes and she is hilarious. She is my little sister, and the perfect word for her would be crazy. She is a wild child and she would constantly have me laughing. She is smart and I was lucky to meet her.
She is another beautiful lady to become part of my life. We would spend nearly everyday with each other, and every day that I am in America I wish she was here or I was there. She is an amazing person, and most importantly, she is one of my people. I love you, Kim! I'll see you soon.

My Favorite Thing

Imagine your heart pounding; adrenaline running through your veins. 

All you have is your GPS and adventuring partner. And honestly, my adventuring partner is probably the best adventuring partner ever, and I feel sorry for anyone that doesn't have her. 

My favorite thing to do is Geocaching. 

It takes a certain type of adventurer to be able to Geocache. Quite honestly, I can't even describe what Geocaching is, because it's so much more than just a fad or hobby. It's thrilling and heart racing. But, if I had to explain it, it would go something like this: Geocaching is a real-world, outdoor treasure hunting game using GPS-enabled devices. Participants navigate to a specific set of GPS coordinates and then attempt to find the geocache (container) hidden at that location.

It keeps you on your toes, and if you get lost, then make sure you have the right company. I have a perfect Geocaching partner, so if I ever got lost, I wouldn't be lonely. 

From now on, every Sunday, Miranda and I go long-boarding and Geocaching. Two of the best things to do. 

Long-boarding; she taught me how to long board. She introduced it to me, and I introduced Geocaching to her. Together, we made a sweet duo. 

I look forward to next Sunday, just because I know it will be perfect. Nothing can ruin my Sundays.