Well I haven't posted in a while, but it's late on a Sunday night and my roommates are gone for the weekend, so I have the apartment to myself and I thought it would be a fantastic time to update my blog.
Living in Oklahoma was quite an exciting adventure, but August 21st came-- ending my summer romance and life at home--and I flew back to Utah to go to BYU. I was thrilled for the new adventure, but sad to leave my family, friends, cat, and pool. My family dropped me off at the Oklahoma City airport on a Tuesday afternoon. I only shed a couple tears, which was impressive. I found my way to the gate and waited for a while. The time when we were supposed to board the airplane came, and there was still no one at the front desk of our gate. Then, an older man said that he heard that our plane was delayed for two hours. I sincerely hoped he was mistaken. (Unfortunately, I soon found out that if he had been correct, my life would have been much easier than it turned out to be that day.) A few minutes passed and an attendant finally announced that our plane had engine problems, and was being fixed. They had no idea when it would arrive in Oklahoma. I had a connecting flight in Denver that I would likely miss, so I ended up waiting in an eternally long line to get my flights adjusted. Long story short, my flight from Oklahoma to Denver which was originally supposed to leave at 1:00 PM didn't leave until 6:00 PM. I was supposed to arrive in Provo, Utah at 7:30 that night, but instead landed in Salt Lake at 11:00. It was a fiasco, but I thought it was hilarious. It would have been so dull if everything would have gone as planned. I eventually made it to Utah, and my roommate was conveniently in Salt Lake that night to see Wicked, so she was able to pick me up from the airport without much trouble. I don't know how I survived without her over the summer. It is great to be with my "left leg" again.
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