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its decided

I have really learned to love Hawaii. Truly. It grows on you. Yes I know, I swore to myself and everyone else that it wouldn't, but it did. It isn't hard to let the good people get to you. It isn't hard to let the "Hawaii" laid back time get to you. (It's worse that "mormon standard" by the way).

We love the sun, the sand and everything else that comes with living here. But...

If we stayed here to finish school, Chris wouldnt be able to graduate for another year and a half to two years.

So we have prayed and pondered and prayed some more. We've looked into other schools and we keep coming up with Provo.

So when it comes to paying a third of the rent and also being able to afford tasty food.. I think we can handle that. :) Being in the cold weather will take some getting use to. 

 Chris will be able to finish within a year and then start applying for med school.

We just thought, why not get school done faster and cheaper and closer to family while we're doing it? So we are! It is decided, we will be moving to Utah around December ish.. and I can't wait.

And I will be able to go to school along with Chris and Ryan. My goal is to do Interior Design. There are so many more options there than there are here.

Don't get me wrong, I will miss Hawaii and the friends we leave behind. But it will be nice to have family around. 


  1. Isn't it a great feeling to have your best friend by your side when making big (and little) decisions. No matter where you go or for how long you are there, lean on each other, trust in Heavenly Father plan and look for the blessings that will come. I love you both very much.

  2. Yay for a new plan. Making the decision is the hardest part. Good luck!

  3. Happy Anniversary you two. We love you! Here's to MANY more of these.

  4. Happy anniverary from us too! That was a fast year (for me anyway) Interior design sounds so much fun! See ya in December.


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