a beautiful cardboard box

I’ll just say briefly that whether you like the new look or not, it’s going away. it was fun for a day though, no?

we found a place to live! it is a fantastic apartment. about 3 blocks from besta and 2 blocks from quimberlee; pleasant nice-weather walking distance from campus; far enough away to have a feeling of quietness and escape from the crazed singles byu life. we love how spacious the place is, and it has tons of storage, a really large kitchen, only a few neighbors, plus a deck outside with reinforced hammock hooks. it’s well within our budget, pets are allowed, any repairs you do (including lightbulb replacements) can be deducted from the rent, and shoveling the walk in the winter gets an extra $25 off the rent as well. we filled out the application as soon as we got back from our “tour” and are trying to get it pushed through this morning.

so I am crossing my fingers as cross as they’ll go. with any luck we can sign the papers by the end of the week and have our official first apartment ready to go!



today’s weather is gorgeous. I’m walking around in a short-sleeved shirt. me, of all people. and yet I pity myself…who’d have guessed that a california girl would ever think 43°F is warm?

and now, off to the weekly lunch meeting…I am crossing my fingers that someone has brought a list of people who need invitations…

and some insomnia

blarg I hate not being able to sleep. so here I am, pretending to be cool.

see how cool I am? I wrote this in october 2003. at the time I called it “experiences: a thought meander.” I do miss writing…

Have you ever been in a friendship that you knew was coming to an end? You can feel things winding down, drifting apart, slowly dying. Did you try to fight it? ignore it? or just make the most out of those last days?

To me, autumn always feels like a fading friendship. There’s a wistful enjoyment in watching the leaves change color. Their beauty is made all the more exquisite knowing that they’ll soon be fallen, leaving the trees bare. Maybe that awareness of the limited time frame is what makes autumn more appreciated. Maybe this season is a metaphor for life, and the reason we can find so much fulfillment is because we try to make the most out of those “last days.”

Imagine if this life went on indefinitely. Would each new morning matter? The first snowfall of the year could hardly fill you with excitement. There would be a hundred more to come, a thousand more already past. The fact that we can only experience a finite number of snowfalls makes each of them a glorious wonder.

There are so many things we pay little attention to because we see them so often, yet they, too, are limited. How many times have you seen the moon come up over the mountains? How many of those times did you stop for a moment, captivated by its breathtaking grandeur? What about storm clouds in the distance, stretching down to earth with their mists of rain? I love the colors of a summer sunset, the sky glowing with lavenders and golds you have to experience to believe. That’s what life is about—experiences. Get yours while you can, before the last leaf of autumn falls.