366 days later.

It’s hard to believe it’s been a year.

One year ago, a year and a day ago, I was staying in the condo I now live in preparing Thanksgiving dinner with my family. One year ago I made my choice not to finish my BYU application and that Dixie State College was the place for me.

Press fast forward, here I am, a year later and I finished my BYU application, living in my friends condo he let us stay in over Thanksgiving, checking every day to see if my bishop from home has sent in my endorsement because I know, without a doubt, that BYU is the place for me.

A year, 365 days, can be a world of difference. I was almost dating a guy; we’ve broken up three times. I cut bangs, I pin them back. I had three best friends. Now I’m learning how to stand on my own.

One year is something that changes a person. One year is enough time to completely alter ones thoughts and ways. I was so sure that this college was the place for me. I was so, so sure. I knew it to my bones and back. But, now, I know that it isn’t the place for me. I don’t know why it changed. I don’t know why I couldn’t have figured this out sooner, but this is how it is.

This is my life.

One year later.