"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Movin' Out

~There is no telling how many miles you will have to run while chasing a dream.
~Author Unknown

I've spent the last four days packing to move back to college. I don't especially like packing, but it's not that bad. The part I don't like is that I'll move it upstairs, to the car, to my apartment, to my room, and then spend hours organizing...

I've started to get this feeling. Of course, it's a lot like when I moved out a year and a half ago. It's hard to explain. Kind of empty and tingly and out of place. Because I won't be at home much longer. I'm committed to the next seven and a half months of school.

And I don't know what it's gonna be like. I don't know what's gonna happen. And if you know me, you know I like to have things planned out. I love my lists-of things to do, to pack, to buy... You might think that having moved out last year it wouldn't be so different. And I guess I am more comfortable with it this time.

But I'll be in a different apartment complex. I have different classes. Different roommates. A different ward. No one I knew last year will be in this year. Well, I might run into some of them around campus... but I never got very close to anyone last year.

I don't know how people go off to college in a different state and don't go home for three or four months. I live less than an hour from BYU and go home every few weeks... Haha, I guess it's a real blessing that that is the case :)
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