A lot happens in one year.
The end of some things, the beginning of so much more.
One year ago, on May 12, 2015, I bought my Darth Vader onesie. I wanted it intensely.
Who knew I would move somewhere cold enough to warrant wearing a onesie at home for well over half of the year? I’m all about that cost-per-wear, ya know.
One year ago, I would have never imagined that I, the one who loved being home the most, would be the one to move across America to work in the Midwest.
One year ago, I was just getting ready to graduate. I thought I had a chemical engineering gig lined up for me in Houston. God had different plans for me.
One year later, I’ve made new friends, I’ve done new things. I even went to a monster truck rally.
One year later, life is still confusing, and I keep on asking for life directions, because I still don’t have all the answers. I probably never will, and that’s okay.
One year later, I’m still excited to see all the mysteries that God will continue to reveal.
One year ago, I thought this would be a day to treasure for the rest of my life.
One year later, I realize that every day is a day to treasure.
Thanks to everyone who helped me embrace being a strong, independent woman in my Taylor Swift year.