In 2008...

In 2008...

I did my second to last quarter in school.
The Durham girls were reunited.
I worked as a research assistant to a Religious Studies professor and realized it was difficult because I DON'T KNOW LATIN.
I watched the ball drop with my boyfriend and my sister.
I cooked a bunch of new things.
I made a new best guy friend when we both needed someone to lean on.
One of my good friends turned into a best friend.
I discovered...ROCK BAND.
I nearly had a nervous breakdown due to my neuropsychology class.
I had a 5 year anniversary.
I said goodbye to a boy before he left for Iraq.
I made a cake in a jar.
I went to church almost every day of Lent and I started to pray and talk to God more than ever.
I found an email in his MySpace inbox.
I was single for awhile.
I didn't tell my roommate for two weeks. Or my friends for a couple months. Because I felt like it.
I went to Las Vegas for my 21st.
I celebrated my 21st for a week!
I remembered I still had to do my thesis...
I figured I was a senior so I might as well party- and I had a great time.
I had to give up going to the gym because I needed to spend all of my time on my thesis.
I graduated and it was the worst weekend ever.
I fell asleep when they were announcing the Business degrees.
I graduated with three sets of honors cords which flew up in the air when I waved as I got my diploma. It was magically awkward but I loved it.
I moved back home.
I had a graduation party and my Arizona friends all came.
I did tequila shots with my dad.
I was priviledged to spend a few days with my mom's late best friend and witness how amazing she was.
I got Dexter, my beloved brand-new green Beetle with black leather interior, heated seats, and everything wonderful.
I went house hunting in the dead of summer.
We found a dream house and moved in.
I fulfilled a long time dream and became a Young Life leader.
I got a job at where I taught anger management and substance abuse education to teens.
I splurged at Ikea and then had to suffer through assembling everything.
A beautiful baby was born named Joaquin Antonio Chavez and anyone who sees him is instantly enthralled.
I got a phone call that made me erase a history with someone and just focus on helping them and just being there.
I went to Seattle with my Durham girls and I reveled in how best friends can arrive in our lives unexpectedly when you didn't know you needed them-- but you are always perfect fro eacho ther.
I said hello to a boy at Camp Pendleton because he promised it wouldn't happen again. Again.
We thew a Halloween/Welcome Back party of massive proportions, but I became very ill the day of and only appeared briefly as Posh Spice to aid David Beckham before having to resume being sick up in my room.
I lost the said job due to budget cuts and got a new, better one in less than a week.
I became a phone person because I missed Sarah, Erica, and Amy so much.
I went to Winter Camp for Young Life and had the best weekend ever.
I cried my eyes out when we had quiet time, it was completely dark and starlit outside, and hundreds of kids were scattered in silence, sitting and thinking about God. And then, as I sat on a rock overlooking them, I caught sight of a shooting start and knew that He was there.
I started some grueling training far far away in Phoenix and hated the drive.
I filled out graduate application, realized I'm a spaz, sent out reccommendation forms, edited a past essay, and decided what my purpose was for my Statement of Purpose.
I started to learn Arabic.
I went to paradise on earth- Hawaii- and had the best, most serenity-filled time that I had in a long time.
I had a quiet Christmas.
I spent 72 hours with kids from my program at work up in Prescott and was reminded that when a kid needs someone, that relationship can be built in minutes or hours if its needed.
I considered, postponed, rejected, year-around.
I celebrated New Years' with my boy and two good friends.
I anticipated.