You call it Tremonton, but I call it home.

Part 1: The Intro
Hey, hello, and how ya doin'?

Well.. Snow College is over.... (insert sound of weeping here) Yes, I am sad. Sad because I had so many unforgettable experiences there. Sad because I made life long friends there, many of them I'll rarely see again. Sad because I will never get to experience anything like Snow again... It was where I belonged.
Look at me, getting all tender and stuff... Anyway, I'll miss Snow College very much, but it will always have a special place in my heart. Not to mention that when I have children, I WILL make them go there... So I'll go back someday! :D

The Cult! My best friends from Ephraim!

Part 2: This Is What I Call Home


But, after graduating from Snow, I moved back to good ol' Tremonton Utah! To put it on the map for those of you who don't know where it is. it's about 18 miles North of Brigham City, 23 miles from Logan, and 20 miles South of the Idaho-Utah border. Here's a photo ---

This here be Tree-town. Respect it. 

As you can see, it's not much to look at. A lot of fields, and not a lot to do. But, it's home. A lot has changed over the years however. If you noticed, the last time Google Earth took a picture of dear old Tremonton was in 2005. Most of the fields behind my house are now subdivisions. My dad sold a lot of his land to contractors looking to build there. There is also a huge factory by my house (across the road where that big brown patch is) which packages lunch meat. Sometimes there is a meaty smell in the air, but after living with the smell of pig manure all my life, I can handle almost anything. So it's not too bad.

Part 3: Making the Transition
Being cooped up in my house all summer is going to be difficult. Most of my friends that live in or near Tremonton, (There are about 4 other "towns" around Tremonton. But it all sort of mushes into one) they are either away on Missions or working. And all my college friends live too far away to see on a regular basis. So I sit in my house, mostly sleeping until noon, waking up and watching the Food Network in a fit of hunger. Sometimes I read, occasionally I'll play a video game... The rest of the time I'm in a funk of of what I like to call 'Post-social Depression'. I was so used to the college life for 2 years, that moving back home and having all my high school buddies gone, well it put me in a state of shock. That's the only way I can describe it!

I know that there are still some of you high school friends somewhere out there. And I know a lot of you want to see me! But let me explain something to you..... For those of you who went away to college (Meaning not USU), you'll probably agree that making a transition between friends is kind of a weird deal. For example, my first year of College, I was very close with my high school friends that attended Snow College with me. I didn't want to branch out to meet new people. I was very content at where I was socially. I met new people and got acquainted with them, but I didn't really spend my free time with them. Then, some things happened in my close-knit group of high school friends and we fell away from each other. Well, I had no place to go but to those new acquaintances that I developed. Over time, those people became my best friends! I spent every hour of my free time with them, and not with my high school group of friends. I sensed that my high school friends thought I was being a real tool for ditching them and moving on to these crazy people ;)

Anyway, after my first year of college, I moved back home for the summer. Since I was still new to the transition of friends, it was a lot easier to hang out with my high school friends that were still around. So last summer wasn't a big deal. Then I went back to Ephraim for school that fall. All my free time was spent with my best friends from Snow (with some additions of course...). I never once hung out with my high school friends still at Snow (The ones from my first year). I still sensed some contention between us, so I tried to steer clear of that. If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I hate confrontation. Anyway, the year went by.. There was some crazy roommate issues... Thing went down... Lines were being drawn, sides were being taken... And I moved back home! :D

The first thing that I did when I moved home is that I went to Disneyland with 3 of my best high school friends Britten, Shay, and Clay. Right from the start, I felt this weird feeling that I didn't belong. It was nearly identical to the feeling I felt the first time I made that transition of friends in College. I realized then that I was going to have to transition from my College friends back to my high school friends. Which is strange because I spent 12 years with these people compared to only 1 and 1/2... I noticed that I acted differently around my high school friends in Disneyland than I would around my College friends if they were there. So, moral of the story... If I seem a bit standoffish to you Bear River Bears still out there, I am trying! Haha! I promise! Just give me some time.

PHEW! That was a mouthful... Well, I guess... Handful... since I'm... Typing... BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT! I'm back home and I'm pretty much bored out of my mind. I'm not employed. I am working on going on a Mission. So how do I keep myself from going crazy?!?

Part 4: The Man-Cave

To keep myself from going insane, I've noticed I've spent a lot of time on my room. Not 'IN' my room, 'ON' my room. I've turned it into my own little private sanctuary. A place where I can come and be with the memories I love the most. Let me take you on a tour --------

This is my "ME" wall. This is a compilation of some of my accomplishments in life. You'll notice the mask and the Les Mis book, those I got in Europe on my choir trip. The rest are posters of some of the plays and musical I've been in along with my Nomination medals from the Snow College Tony Awards. The shelf just has some pictures of my family and other stuff about me. Oh, and the Giant Otter... I painted that in one of my College classes. I am very proud of Frank.

This is my "FAITH" wall. Just some odds and ends of our church. It's small, but there's a lot more wall to fill :)

This is Part 1 of my wall of photos. It's pretty much self explanatory. 

Part 2 is my pictures of all my high school dances.. Along with all my boutonnières. This wall is what started the legacy known as the Man-Cave.

 

And there you have it! My room! I know it's silly, but it's what keeps me busy. More is being added every day.

Well! It's 2:46 am and I have to wake up for some picture taking at 9.... So I bid you a goodbye. Congratulations on being some of the select few who got an inside look at my room... Those select few who decided to read this whole thing... But still, way to be!

Farewell.