the houses that built me.

This week will be filled with packing, phone calls, and goodbyes. I don’t think that this summer could have gone by any faster. While there are parts of me that are excited for my new adventure, there are parts of me that want time to freeze so that I may spend more time with the ones I love.

Right now is such an awkward time in my life. Though I am gaining independence, I still turn to my dad when my bank account says zero and my car is running on fumes. I just got my first apartment, car, and credit card by myself but still visit my grandma and grandpa weekly. Legally I am an adult, but without the help of my family I would be living underneath the nearest bridge. If anyone else out there can relate to the infant/adult stage I am lost in, please raise your hand.

If you follow me on any form of social media, you know that I am moving to Laramie this week. Although my new home is only three hours away and will still be filled with BFFs, it is going to be hard for me to say goodbye to the places and faces that I know like the back of my hand. So forgive me if I seem a little mellow dramatic on Twitter lately.

If you are also currently wishing you could go back to selling lemonade on the street corner instead of worrying about the cost of groceries, here is a virtual computer hug from me to you.

If I could bring your attention to the pictures above. My very talented cousin Jewell Riley (who happens to be the best photographer this side of the Mississippi) snapped some pictures of me while she was home. They were taken at my grandma’s farm in Farson where we grew up building tree houses and swimming in ditches. Like I’ve learned to grow up and away from the Farson farm, so, too, must I learn to accept my split from Rock Springs.

(To view the entire photo shoot click here.)