Semester One, at its fab-best

Let’s talk about Semester one at Mizzou. I’ll let you in on my

Top 10 for the past few months: 

  1. Living in an apartment with a fun favorite:   I adored my little apartment and the adult life that comes with living in your own space. Coming home to cook was probably my favorite part, while my least favorite was not having my mom to cook right beside me! Living in my own house for marriage one day without her? HOW! Nicole, the fab favorite roommate I scored, was a blast! Half of our nights ended with a dance party and the other half ended knee deep in Youtube videos laughing our booties off. 
  2. Game Days:  If you know, you know. Game days are the best! An entire day devoted to friends and festivities outside supporting a school that you just love. I mean, there was honestly no better way to push off studying for Econ. Also, I cannot pass up the opportunity to mention that one of my favorite parts was having an excuse to wear black for so many weekends in a row. But also like, yes it’s me and I love shopping so new outfits were the reason I ate oatmeal for dinner because I have my priorities straight!
  3. Dinner Dates:   2 hours 2 hours 2 hours. My family came to visit a few times and here is how it went. They would take me to get something other than oatmeal for dinner, my mom would clean my entire apartment before she left, and they’d fill my cup with the biggest hugs until I got to see them next. I can’t ask for more than that.
  4. Sleepovers:  Ashley! Madelyn! Libby! Theresa & Hannah! Alexis! Oh my! Hosting my friends was such a fun thing to do! My OCD would be beeping at a constant 10 with allthethings out of order and kicking responsibilities to the curb, but I pulled a “messes clean up” and enjoyed their company! Also, I solemnly swear to never let you leave without breakfast in the morning! Each friend was oh so fabulous and I am oh so thankful to have them.
  5. Late night studying + allllthegoldfish:   Studying was studying, but it became fun. Until finals rolled around, and I started questioning what I had been doing the entire semester, I figured out that the majority of my nights were distracted by Nicole and our previously mentioned Youtube video threads. Also goldfish. Cue the addition of fun to studying.
  6. Visiting Truman:   Alpha formal with Madelyn is a date I will never miss. We dressed up, had A LOT of fun, and ordered a pizza in the middle of night. Our time together is a hoot and we have learned to cherish the spaced out time together. Roommates never die.
  7. Meeting uhhhmazing new people:  Through Newman and friends of friends, I have met THE best people. I just adore their hearts and the way they have welcomed me into their lives. Transferring isn’t the easiest, but the people I have met along the way have made college so fun.
  8. Strengthening my faith:   My faith has been so fun to grow this semester at Newman. Between mass, bible study, and random nights, I have been brought into a community of people I see God through. The opportunities and experiences I have been able to take part in because of my faith has taught me about immense necessities in life.
  9. Tuesday Updates:   This semester I created a little video on Snapchat I like to call Tuuuesday Uuupdates. It is about a minute long video of me chatting about absolutely nothing. I don’t know why I enjoy it so much, but they continue to make my Tuesday’s much more fun! Look out for fun videos coming to your phone every Tuesday! IMG_2057
  10. SMILING the entire time:   When you can call your mom and tell her that you just can’t stop smiling while walking to class, you know you’re in the right place. From the tiny things to the big things, I had a smile on my face and enjoyed every little detail in between.

    This past semester at Mizzou was everything I prayed for and more! While I was at Truman, things were different and hard and stressful. I did not feel at home, and most importantly my smile was not real and my heart was not full. My big change felt drastic, and I was nervous that it wouldn’t meet my expectations; but it surpassed them by a long shot. I cannot even begin to look at my prayers a year ago and see how God answered them with FABULOUS friends and fab surroundings that are shaping This Fab Life.

As The Table Turns

This week has been quite the step. Another step into my adult life that I just did not realize would come so dang soon. Today, the words, “I bought a coffee table,” came out of my mouth. What the hell?

Last week I was doing homework on my bed, blinked and ended up with a tea kettle on a stove with slipper sandals on my feet. I mean seriously, when did my life catIMG_0501ch up to the “When I grow up…” part? It’s flying, but I am trying to love every single minute.

Yes, my coffee table has a new home, and apparently so do I. I signed my first dotted line on Tuesday to live in an apartment next year. My dotted line was fabulous. Fabulous, in that it was my signature, but not necessarily my money. Mom and Dad’s dime seems to pull through yet again (and, hopefully, will not stop anytime soon).

Over the past few months, I have been struggling to make one of my most difficult decisions I’ve made so far. Should I transfer? No, I should stay here. Should I step outside my comfort zone? No, this is satisfying. Can I really do this? Yes, yes Lindsey, you can.

I suddenly had the feeling that Journalism was calling my name. It is pulling me to the dark side with this intriguing life of writing. Oh yes, you guessed it. My apartment is in gosh darn Columbia, MO- home of Mizzou’s J-School and now home to me.

Even though I have finally come to the conclusion that this spin of the table seems to be in the perfect direction, my family and I have spent many hours on many worries of the big “T” word (Transfer, in case you didn’t catch my drift). I am headed into sophomore year as a first year newb all over again. It will take time and there is no guarantee it will progress as smoothly as I imagine; but I am prepared for my huge leap of faith. Hopefully, with endless nights in the library, new friends and connections, and even study sessions in my new living room, I will be prepared for the career of my dreams.

This coffee table was $25 in an antique store (I know, go me!). I would like to say it’s pretty beat up and useless, but my Mom had to explain that “college houses” are not top notch. In fact, college houses are the foundation of “Remember that one night?” stories, and under no circumstances need Pottery Barn’s best seller. The table in my trunk right now, just like me, has no idea what’s in store. We are both moving into a new place, in a new town at a new school. I don’t know many people, just as the coffee table does not know who will surround it, play games on it, or who’s feet it will support. We have so many memories to make together.

My new slab of wood with four legs and lots of scratches has brought me to a turning point that I did not know would come so soon. Each scratch it already has is a memory of its last home, and I am eager, anxious and beyond excited to put more scratches on MY new coffee table. This life is crazy and this life is fast, but oh man, this life is so so fab!

I MIZ You!

The weekend before last, I went to Mizzou and oh my goodness was it fun!

My Big & travel buddy, Grayson, and I left Kirksville for our people in Columbia right after class. The amount of bags I had for 2 days was excessive, but hey I’ve never regretted being prepared for every occasion. She was spending the weekend with her twin, and I was moving in with Annie, a best friend from high school.

You see, I live in a very exclusive bubble in Kirksville. The biggest decision of the day is whether I’ll have Greek yogurt or almonds for my morning snack. And whichever one I don’t have, I’ll eat in the afternoon. So when I arrived in Columbia, I was thrilled to see all of the shops and restaurants. The feeling of jealousy was also creeping through.

I pulled into a 15-minute parking spot to give Annie all the hugs and excitement for the weekend ahead of us. We had seriously missed each other SO MUCH. So far, so good- but if everything went smooth, this would be boring right? Right. I went to move my car, and it was flat stuck in park. I called a few people, but this thing was not moving. Now, if you think we were going to address a broken car before continuing our fun and planned out weekend you are dead wrong. We locked the car and prayed for it to be there in the morning  #Seeya.

Our concert started at 7, but we were just sitting down to a dining hall meal and calling an uber around 7:10. Classic. Florida Georgia Line gave us all the feels as we danced and sang to every song! We were having such a fabulous time, to say the least, and the people around us could attest. The night did not end there because of course I needed to see what all the rave of Mizzou is. (Don’t worry, I did- I certainly did.)

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The next morning (praise Jesus) my car was still there! We miraculously moved it to the parking garage and I caught lunch with some fun dudes. They showed me around and brought me back to Annie, where we laid on the floor of her room for hours and hours just plain talking. Oh, how I’ve missed these friends and the happiness they bring to my life.

Dinner came and went and we turned our wild night out to a perfect night in. We put on our jammies and discovered Gooey Butter Cake ice cream with delivered Hot Box cookies. We all know I would choose good friends and sweets over a loud crowd any day all day. But seriously, if Annie would have said we’re going to a Prom, I would have pulled a ball gown out of my Mary Poppins bag- THAT is how prepared I was.

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My last day arrived and I had to deal with this car- this dreaded car. I made a trip to the parking garage, with one too many bags, to pull out my keys. Or should I say my key chains? The only thing I had was my puffball and pineapple- the key was gone. As in G-O-N-E, gone. Not only was my car most likely stuck in park, but I couldn’t even start it to see!

A quick call to mom, and in two short hours she was there! Lunch in Columbia and then a drive back to Kirksville. Seriously WHAT would I do without her? I balled when she had to leave me, but she did get me fruit and coffee before she made the departure, so I’d call it even.
All in all my weekend at Mizzou was beyond fun. I loved catching up with my friends, popping the Kirksville bubble, and getting to see my mom was just the icing on the cake. Weekends like these that turn straight into memories are what makes life fabulous. And oh how fabulous it is.