Wait, What? The Story of How This Blog Came To Be

A blog? About what? Will this keep running for more than three weeks?

These are all questions you're probably asking yourself, especially if you happen to know the authors of this blog.

Okay, if you know me.

The point of this blog is quite simple: Korrin and myself are alone.

See, we two are part of an extremely exclusive club of four total members. The Four Musketeers. The Super Friends. Hogwarts. We go by many names, but the point is that there's four of us who can't live without the others. Each of us belongs in a different Hogwarts house--I come from Slytherin, Korrin from Ravenclaw, Amanda Lloyd from Gryffindor, and, we have FOUND, Emily Merrill comes from Hufflepuff. We each contribute our own unique flair to our friendship that makes each of us stronger. We were all so scared when college came and we wouldn't see each other every day, but somehow, we all became closer. Maybe because none of us had anyone else we felt we could rely on. But anyways, we are all incredibly close and I we have panic attacks have withdrawals if we don't talk to each other regularly.

But all of this changed when President Monson announced the age change for missionaries. Both of our good friends felt as if this was right for them. They both felt the call to serve extended specifically to them, and they turned in their papers as soon as they were able.

I'm not going to lie--I panicked. A lot. For multiple reasons. But at the same time, I knew that serving a mission was definitely not the right thing for me. And, as it turns out, God agreed. At the same time, I discovered that Korrin had received the same answer to her prayers. A mission wasn't in the cards for either one of us. So we watched and waited to see where (and when) our friends would leave us.

June 26th and July 3rd were our days of loss. I can tell you right now, I was a wreck; it was a strange feeling, a confirmation that God needed my best friends elsewhere, but still a selfish sadness for myself, knowing that I wouldn't talk to them on a daily basis. And where they went was even more astounding.

Emily has been called to Minnesota, eh. Not too far away, but far enough that I still feel justified in screaming "WHY IS SHE SO FAR AWAY" to no one in particular. Amanda, however, has been called to Argentina. Argentina. ARGENTINA. That is far away. That is very far away. So, Korrin and I have been feeling quite lost as of late.

And it's only July 5th.

How can we share every intriguing thing that happens in our lives over the next 18 months, give or take a week? How can we let each of them know every little detail of the utterly unimportant things that happen on a daily basis? How can we feel like they're a part of our lives still when the most interaction we'll have with them is on a piece of paper? Why am I asking you all these questions?

If you haven't put two and three together yet (hint: it's 8), I'll put it together for you. This blog is all of the things we can't put in letters. All of the things that are probably inappropriate for letters, but that contain all of our crazy shenanigans and life lessons for the next 18 months.

We look forward to sharing our crazy lives with our readers and, eventually, with our missionaries. Hopefully y'all will stick around in the mean time.

~Kylie