one year ago.

once upon a time, there was a boy named adam.

adam was a football star, funny, and really cute.

he lived on staten island.
adam and i dated.
we had a lot of fun together.

we ate lots and lots of yolato.

we played in the rain and in the columbus circle pond at midnight.

we went to ghetto rockaway beach.

went to the bronx zoo, and did many other fun things.

when i was deciding to move home, i was really really sad.
i wasnt sure of the real reason why i had to go back to utah, i just knew i needed to.
adam was the one who always comforted me.
he continued to remind me not to regret moving home once i did.
that when i got home, i'd probably question why i went home. 
but i had to remember that it was the right thing.

well for a year now, i've wondered why i moved home.
i miss new york every day.
there are lots of reasons. the simple ones,
new york is a really really hard place to live.
its a tough city.
it is expensive.
i was really young.

but yesterday at church, i realized the most important reason why i moved home.
it is because of adam.

and i am so grateful i went back to utah.
thank you, adam, for the advice.
i bet you didn't know that it would be advice against yourself.

missions

gotta love the missionaries. i went and played two hand touch football.......with them on monday and it was SO FUN. there were a few other people who werent missionaries but i was the only woman and i killed it. i definitely scored (they stopped going easy on me) and got us some yardage.

the one i'm sitting on is NOT a missionary. he's a convert. they gave me his number and told me to hang out with him and turns out he's a pretty funny guy.

does this happen to you?

normal day, walking home from church and i stumble upon the puerto rican parade going down 5th ave. there's a video, but it only shows half of what i saw. it's long, but pretty funny.

then the other day we went to the museum crawl. on 5th ave, they had the street blocked off and all the museums were free and there was all this crazy stuff going on and chalk on the ground and stuff, here are some pics.

adam and i have been hanging out a lot lately....and he loves to take photos of me. so here are a few.

central park. 

at our favorite restaurant.

the boat basin cafe. 

at a little cafe on 84th street and columbus.

we decided to go to the bronx zoo! so funny and so sketchy. the only. THE ONLY. white people in all of the bronx until we got to the zoo and it was like a 15 minute walk.

it was so hot. i was sweating through my shirt (hot). this is a picture of me and a couple lions. can you see them.

 licking a giraffe's rear end.

 adam took this artsy photo of me waiting for him.

 this is the giraffe essentially eating OUT OF adam's mouth.

someone took this photo of us with our lion friend. adam and i are about the same height. the room was misty in there, that's why it looks weird and we look so hot messy.

nothing can be planned.

why buy a plane ticket months in advance when for $50 more you can buy one for the next day?
one minute i'm getting sassed harder than ever by my boss, the next minute i'm getting dropped off by her amazing husband at the bus stop (he hugged me, kissed my cheek and said "have a safe trip").
i took a bus to manhattan then a taxi to my friends apartment where we had the time of our lives, went to CPK did a little bit of this, a little bit of that, and then they dropped me and my bags off at the subway station at 3 am. the next day at 1 i was picked up by adam at the airport in the SLC. then, we had a family party here and i thoroughly enjoyed everyone. i have the best times here.

• movies/pictures in LAYTON.UTAH.
• shopping at fashion place/gateway/trolley square(NOT SO MUCH)/literally ANYWHERE else
• eating out nearly every meal
• bee's games
• going bowling for a WEDDING RECEPTION and meeting THE david waterfall family

this is us pre-bowling

studio 600+the after maths of studio 600
this is us before studio.

 my dad taking these two pictures. we're surprisingly, NOT drunk.

this is the aftermath of studio. in between leaving someones house after a night of dancing and not sleeping and going to village in for dinner and a murray sun rise.

shoppingshoppingshoppingshopping.
nephew and sister, this is him after he cried when i tried to put lip gloss on him. i was forcefully trying to do it and katie was screaming ROBBIE NO DON'T LET HER NO NOO!! and he freaked out, pointed and me and yelled awful things and started sobbing. he got over it quick. love those m&ms.

us at the bee's game. boston vs new york? how bout the fact that i choose boston over new york?

more pix to come.

stories a through c

a.i saw Delaware the other night, and he did not talk to me like he did the other night. i guess rumors got back to him.

b.last night i seriously SERIOUSLY. saw people doing it in the backseat of a car that i think they thought was tinted.

c.we went to the west village last night and it was SOOOOO crowded. SO crowded. at 1 am we were trying to get on the subway and the stations were more packed then i've seen them and the trains were so squishy and so funny. my friend invited everyone over in the train to my house for an after party and wine. this arabian man loved it and laughed so hard and gazed into my eyes and into dave's eyes when he'd talk to us. i told them that they'd have to buy the wine because i'm only 19...and i'm mormon. and the man laughed soo hard and was like "good point."
umm okay.
in the midst of all the craziness, i hung out with two men last night that really think i'm somethin. one of them helped me find my much needed chocolate cake, bought it for me, then held it in his hand while i ate it. i will post pics as soon as they send them to me. its like amanda's moab bed sesh all over again but with only two guys (SOUND SO WRONG.)

p.s. remember that storm in moab? and how mad i was that the tent kept hitting my face while i was trying to sleep? and how i was soaked? and how i got so mad that i went and slept in the car while lizzie and amanda stayed in the crazy tent?