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I’ve sort of been meaning to start a blog since I got married two years ago, but never thought my life was interesting enough to blog about. I don’t sew my own clothes, I don’t bake from scratch, I’m not an awesome photographer, I am politically moderate, and I regularly consume red meat, corn syrup, gluten, sugar, and all things non-blogworthy. I don’t have a baby and I can’t even drive a stick. Plus I have been devoting a vast majority of my waking moments to being a full time college student, having a part time job, and being a wife, which leaves little time for the luxury of blogging.

However, while still adjusting to my awkward post-student existence, I’ve been browsing the endless blogs of the blogosphere and I’ve realized something. 80% of all bloggers have absolutely nothing of consequence to say (and neither do I) so I might as well hop on the bandwagon, right? I have a college diploma, a diamond on my left hand, and a blog. I must be an adult. I have lived in Virginia for almost 11 years and somehow I ended up here in Salt Lake City.

Exactly two weeks ago I was sitting in my old boxed up basement abode all alone with a sinus infection and a vase full of wilting flowers on the kitchen table. I had been listening to The Soft Bulletin by The Flaming Lips all week because that album reminds me of my best friend and husband JJ who at that time was sprucing up our new ghetto fabulous apartment in west Salt Lake City.

“And it goes fast. I think of the past. Suddenly everything has changed.”

This song has sort of defined my move out here (and is pretty much the theme song to mortality.) JJ and I graduated from Southern Virginia University the last weekend in April and a week later, I dropped him off at the Dulles airport where he ventured off into the blue sky without me.

He’s been out here almost a month now and is doing amazing at his internship with Deseret News where he is the new content manager of the Moneywise section for deseretnews.com. His ability to succeed at new things never ceases to amaze me. I’ve been out here a little over a week and am slowly adjusting and still searching for jobs – not a task for the faint hearted.

Boxing up all our stuff and going through old journals and photographs has made me realize just how much my world has shifted during these last four years of being at SVU. I feel like if nothing else, college has succeeded in poking a series of small holes in the construct of my reality. I have become intimately acquainted with my place in the universe. And even though my place is an infinitesimally small speck among dark matter, the fact that I know this makes it okay.

Lucky for me, I stumbled upon a likeminded speck a few years ago in my sophomore literature class and we have been happily “specking” together ever since. Facing life together lightens the load of constant change and the accompanying overwhelming epiphanies that come at the the most mundane times – like when you’re looking through old photographs or putting all the vegetables away.

Before I took apart our little apartment back home on the corner of Link and Thornhill, I snapped some photos of the walls we’ve been living inside for the past year.