I Am The Highway

Ugh... That was a long drive. So Morgan and I met up in Park City on Monday and left at about 11:30 am. We stopped in Omaha to stay the night with my Aunt Cheri. We got there at about 3:30 am. The next morning we left Omaha again around 11:30 am, and after many long hours we arrived in Mankato at 4:30 pm. It was fun. But long.

Here are some pictures from the drive.

A Fond Farewell

Yesterday I left Utah. I left my family. I left my friends. I left my home. I left my truck. I left all that I knew behind me.

Today I arrived in Mankato Minnesota. Today I came to my new home. Today, I am starting life all over again.

I was very sad to leave my family. I love them very much. They are wonderful people. My parents have always been very supportive of me. And I am very grateful for that. My brothers have been my best friends all of my life. Seth and I have been very close. We have basically done everything together. He has been a great strength to me. I will miss him. Derek and I are probably more similar in life than we would admit. We are both very stubborn. We are both very strong. And this had let to many fun adventures. He is very fun to be around. I will miss him. Garrett is my youngest brother. Garrett and I have had each other our whole lives. It seems that I have always been able to talk to Garrett about whatever, and know that he has an impartial view for me. And vice versa. I will miss our conversations. And our jam sessions. And life with the Killo-G. Then there is Marissa. She is great. I will miss being able to make fun of her. She is a very caring woman. Seth is lucky to have her in his life. I will miss them individually, and I will miss them collectively.

I was able to say good-bye to some of my friends while I was in town. But there were some that I was not able to. I am very lucky to have the friends that I do. They have always been there for me. I will miss them.

The thing that I have learned about life, is that it always goes on. No matter what happens. Good or bad. And everything in between. That is my attitude right now. I have just left everything that I know behind me, to start over in Minnesota. But I know that it will all be there to welcome to back whenever I want it to. Life goes on.

For Miles

Good-bye Cedar City. You have been real. You have been. . . good. It's all over now.

I left Cedar City last night around 10:30 pm. It had been a very, very long day. I finally made it into Springville at my parents house around 2:30 am. I was very tired. But safe.

My last day in Cedar was less than happy. After I had my truck fully loaded, and was getting ready to take off, a repo man came and took my truck. I had been very good about keeping up on my payments with America First. But I had been late on a personal loan, and a credit card. And they decided to take my truck as collateral. There was nothing I could do. Unless I had $6,500.00 just laying around. . . And who has that? So I quickly unloaded the stuff in my truck. And Unhooked the trailer. Then with the help of my Dad, got a 17-foot U-Haul truck. Only problem was that I needed to take the U-Haul trailer to Enterprise (45 miles west), unload the trailer and load the truck without any way to get there. Thankfully my neighbor was able to help me get the trailer to Enterprise. Then finally, 5 hours after first arriving in Enterprise, I left with the truck all loaded.

I was tired. I was sore. I was hungry. And about to pass out from heat exhaustion. But I made it back.

Good-bye Cedar City. Thank you for the memories.

Having A Blast

Today Morgan and I decided to take a break from the drudgery of packing. So we went back to Kanarraville Falls. I thought this was very fitting, cause this was the first "adventure" that we had together when we first came to Cedar City. And now it will be the last. We made it to the end of the trail. It was a lot of fun. I loved it. I love adventures with Morgan. I just love her. Here are some pictures and a video from our last adventure in Cedar City.

This Time Imperfect

Well, once again I am packing my life. Packing for a new adventure. A new opportunity. And a new chance to start life over again.

Last year as Morgan and I were moving down to Cedar City, I compiled my moving history. Lets just say that for someone who is only 25 years old...I have moved an awful lot in my life. Around 18 times. Give or take a few.

I have mixed emotions about this. I am very excited to start life over again. It is something that I do love. I love change. I love the chance to grow, and become stronger. But it will be different. Morgan and I will not be living together at first. There are some things that I need to work out. We are still very much together. And still very much in love. I just need some time to reconnect with myself. I think that it will be a very good thing. Something that I need. But I will be honest...I am not too thrilled about it. I love seeing her everyday. I love coming home from school or work and being there with her. I love cooking meals for us. And eating together. And falling asleep together. And everything else. I am going to miss that. Hopefully I can get it all worked out for the better.

Leaving Cedar City is going to be easier than I thought it would be. It is funny though...looking back at when we first came here, we LOVED it! We loved the scenery. We loved the availability of activities. We loved being here. We would brag about it to people. To family. To you. At some point during the past 11 months, that changed. I still find this area beautiful. I still think that there are some super fun things to be done here. But, I do not know if it is worth all the hassle that we have endured. We both came here to further our education. To work. And to experience more out of life than Utah County was offering. My job was wonderful for a month and a half. I was working full-time, and bringing in really good money. Since then I have struggled to pay for gas. School was not too great either. I will just summarize by saying that I can, and will do MUCH better. I think that I have made a few good friends here in Cedar. But altogether, I do not believe that I have ever met more selfish, backbiting people in my entire life than the people that I have met and associated with here in Cedar City. And those things have seemed to over weigh the things that we fell in love with originally.

I am moving to a beautiful new place, Mankato Minnesota. I have a full-time job that does not fluctuate hours depending on what people order from the internet. School will be better. It has to be if I am going to accomplish what I want in my life. I have no choice on the matter. And the people there are the nicest people I have ever met in my entire life. I am excited.

I am leaving a lot behind in this move. I am not talking about material possessions. I am talking about the things that actually matter in life. My family. My friends. And memories. I will miss them all. Minnesota is only two states away...1,400 miles or so. I will miss seeing my family as often as I have been afforded the opportunity here. I will miss my friends. I have some very good ones. I will miss my memories of this place. But I guess that just means that I get to make some new ones.

Down On The Street

...Sigh... This wasn't really my week. Why, you ask? Well, please allow me to explain.

Last Wednesday, while I was working FedEx I back the gigantic truck into a parking space between two cars. There was plenty of room between the vehicles. As I was pulling out of the space, I cut the turn a little too early and managed to hook my FedEx truck onto the suburban. I didn't realize this until I pulled the suburban with me about 5 feet. Luckily the owner of the suburban didn't care at all. I left a few scratches on it. But that was it. I was extremely lucky!

On Monday after I was all loaded and ready to start deliveries, my truck decided to be a jerk and would not start at all. It took my boss's truck, and another driver's truck to finally get my to start. Then when I was about 10 miles out of town, and in the middle of no where doing my deliveries my truck died again. Four hours later I was able to start delivering again.

Then today I was helping out our other driver. When the day ended he parked his truck at my house so I could take the truck down to the terminal, and he could get off work a little earlier. I had a few errands to do first, so I moved the truck across the street. The without thinking I closed the door on the truck with the keys in it. Those of you who are unfamiliar with these huge nasty trucks, once a door closes, it is locked. So, I had conveniently locked the only set of keys in the truck. Needless to say at this point my boss was quite frustrated with me. We were able to use a pry bar and lift the back door. Thankfully without any damage to the truck.

What a week huh? Thankfully it is now over.

King Nothing

Today I had the wonderful opportunity to work with a new surgery practice. An Orthopedic group. I say "wonderful" but by no means do I actually mean that.

This experience was possibly the worst surgery day of my life. The Doctor (although very knowledgeable) was nothing more than a pom pus jerk. For the 10 + hours I was there all that was talked about was how all the other doctors in Utah were terrible, and had no idea what they were doing. And how he was God's blessing to the world. Or, it was just straight sex talk. With every other word out of his mouth being the infamous f*** word. But it wasn't just him. Once he started, then everyone else seemed to think they could join in. And that's just what they did. Let's just say that it was less than enjoyable.

Breakthrough

Well, finally I have a place to live! Wahoo!

Today I made my decision. I am not sure why it took me so long to come to this conclusion. I feel really good about it from the beginning. But I suppose that there is no harm in taking some time to make sure things are right.

If you read my last post, then you know I was debating between two places. One that was closer to the hospital. And one that was further away. Today I chose the one that is further away. It is a little more a month, but comes with so many more options. All the utilities are paid for. It is a two bedroom apartment. It comes with a washer and dryer. And a storage shed! Plus, the landlord is super nice. I really like the dude...and I've never met him yet!

With all that said, I am still a little nervous. I have not seen this place with my own eyes yet. I could be really shocked when I get there in 3 weeks. It could be a terribly nasty, dirty, disgusting place. Or it could even be better than I have imagined. I am up for a surprise either way. I feel good about it though. I am sure that everything will work out for the best!

July 5th, 2010 will be my last day in Utah. I am not sure when I will be back. I am excited for this next adventure in my life.

How's It Gonna Be

The decision that I thought would come pretty easily has turned out to be much harder than I thought it would be.

Immanuel St. Joseph's Hospital in Mankato, Minnesota wants me to start either June 21, 2010. Or July 12, 2010...all depending on when I am able to get a place to live and start working. I have narrowed my choices down to two. I feel good about both of them. One is quite larger than the other...but is farther away from the Hospital and everything else in town. One of the landlords seems really chill, the other seems rather indifferent to everything but himself. They are both about the same price. One comes with utilities paid, the other does not. One is available now, the other is not available until July 1st. One of them has a floor plan that I can view, the other I am trusting looks good. With no means to go back out to Minnesota to look and decide for myself in person, I am left to those details.

See, it is a hard decision. I need to come to a decision this week. As soon as possible. I think that I have made my mind up...I just am waiting to see if I have made the correct decision. But I don't know if I'll know that until I get there. It's turning out to be more of a leap of faith than I had thought it would be.

The Final Countdown

After 7 months of waiting, I finally go to court today to fight a ridiculous traffic ticket. I ticket that has seemed to haunt me since November. If I win the court case then all of it should be taken off my record. However, if I lose then I could be looking at hundreds in fees, and possible jail time. It was stupid. It is stupid.

Oh well, lets just hope that I can win. That's all I want.