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300 Days.

I've been waiting for this day to arrive for a long time. I have reached the 300 day mark since I began my journey west. 300 Days. Holy Cow. I wish I could sum up these three hundred days into a nice little sentence, but these last 300 days have had more emotion and thought than one sentence could say. At some point in their lives, everyone leaves home. Kids go off to college, people get married, people move, people grow up, sometimes people just need a change. When I made the decision to pack up and leave home I didn't realize that I would be leaving such a big piece of my heart behind. It's the place where my friends are, where my family is, where my love of an open road lies, where life was easier and way less busy. I had no idea what to expect. I was ready for wide open spaces and a whole lot of new faces. I still get homesick. I don't think that will ever change. As much as Utah is great, Florida has so many great things about it too. I miss the small-town feel, the one stoplight towns, the beach, the river, and all those yummy food places where I ate at way to much. I miss the life lessons I learned and the people who taught them to me. It wasn't always easy, and moving didn't change that either. I could talk about my new life and how blessed I am, but I found myself kneeling to pray last night and I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. How lucky I am that I get to be where I am today. The biggest thing these 300 days has taught me is how important it is to rely on the Savior and Heavenly Father's plan for my life. Words cannot express how much my faith and my testimony has grown. When I feel lost and confused I can turn to Christ and I know that he is always there. My life is just beginning. There are so many things I want to do with my life and so many dreams I want to see come true. Heavenly Father knows my life. He knows what my future holds and I have learned that first-hand moving across the country. My journey hasn't been easy. It has taken me a long time to finally be okay with not being at home and I can't even tell you how much I've cried being homesick. Home is where your heart is. You can move over 2,000 miles away and life still goes on for everyone back home. More people move, more people get married, and more people just need a change. Life is this great beautiful cycle. It's not the same for everyone but it is similar in the fact that we all were sent to this life for a reason. I am grateful that I am here. I am grateful for my trials. I am grateful that I had the courage to move on to something better. I am grateful for Jesus Christ and his wonderful perfect example. I am grateful to be alive.


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