8 Days… AND COUNTING! Loving and Missing My Marine

In my first post, I did not introduce my boyfriend, Jacob. I did this for a couple reasons.. one of them being our complicated back story..

Way back when (or at least it feels that way), in 2008 right before I began high school, I went to a youth group church camp in Tennessee with my entire youth group. I thought I was awesome now because I was going to church camp with all the high schoolers.. AND my crush at the time was going (why did I even like him again?) Anyway, we all piled into a van and caravanned up to Tennessee to Lee University.

There were times throughout the day where we were allowed to do whatever (me and my girlfriends went and played outside with other people we had met) One day, there he was, in a blue florida hat, long brown hair and cute as can be! I though he was the most handsome thing I had ever seen and I had to talk to him. He was playing frisbie with some of his friends and me and my friends were doing gymnastics on the same field over to the left. Him and his friends started inquiring about my flips, and then the conversation went from there. 

We were inseparable the entire week.

What were the odds we were both from Florida?! We did the little date over the phone thing for a little bit, but after realizing we would never be able to see each other, I broke it off. For 4 years, I heard nothing from him… I always wondered what happened to him, where he was, if he was doing ok. Then, on March 27, 2013 I found him on Facebook! We began talking and catching up after that. I found out that he had joined the Marines and was stationed in Okinawa, Japan. After LOTS of talking and an end to my previous relationship, we began dating in December, which is when he came home on leave and was the first time I saw him in 4 and a half years. We planned to go up to New Jersey together to visit his step mom and his dad after Christmas, which was a blast! 

It was the best thirty days Ive had in a long time, but they went too fast. It was hard to let him go, but I knew he would be coming home in April! Well, it just so happens he is coming home ON MY BIRTHDAY, which is in 8 days (April 11). I can't wait until I see him again <3 I love my Marine

Just a Little Introduction

My first blog post! I guess I should be giving all my readers a bit of background information about me and where I am coming from. As of June 1, 2013, I became an alumni of my high school. The fact that I graduated high school is still unreal to me. I feel like it was just the other day that I was walking the halls for the very first time. I had no idea what the next four years would entail me making the honor roll, playing three varsity sports falling in love and getting my heart broken. They were the best 4 years of my life… so far!

Until I started college at the University of South Florida, I had no idea what my future would hold for me. As I ventured out and explored the many different options the university had to offer me, I began to grow and change in many ways I didn't know were possible. Friends faded and all the drama and things from high school just seemed to vanish. Coming from a small hometown, I knew who I was but not who I was going to become.

Growing up, I was always an active child, involved in dance, gymnastics and piano. As I grew older I ventured out and tried some new sports like tennis, weightlifting and yes, cheerleading. After multiple injuries and one very hard major, I decided my body had enough and I chose a different route to be involved in school in another way other than sports. So, I joined a sorority that I am now "anchored" to for life! Little did I know that this was the best decision I could have ever made.

As a new member of Delta Gamma, we are taught the values and beliefs that DG was founded on. The other girls and I share the same things. Not only are we anchored to our beliefs and values but we are anchored to the lives we live every day, which is where the name for this blog came from. Also, being raised by a father in the military has aided in this as well. The anchor stands for a symbol of hope and as I continue to grow and prosper, this symbol will forever be engrained in my mind as MY symbol. So, for all my friends and family who will read my blog, this is just a short introduction to what happens in my crazy life and I hope this will help you keep up with the crazy life I'm anchored to.