Moom is the greatest person on the plant earth. She also has the voice of an angel descending from heaven. Moom is graduating from BYU-Idaho this semester in Vocal Performance and needed some pictures for her senior recital that's coming up quickly. She's the kindest, happiest, outgoing person I know. She's in the cool kids club. She makes me feel really cool when I walk down the halls of the Snow Building with her. It's like being in a movie where you're part of an elite group and guys and galls flock to you while you walk down the hall way just so they can say 'Hi'. (don't worry, that never happened to me either, but it does to Moom!). Everyone knows her name and wants to spend hours chatting like they were friends since the 4th grade and have hours of "Moom bonding time". I'm lucky to know her

new school work

new learning

new work schedule

new job opportunities

new students

new classroom

new friends

new love

new life 

new happiness

A life's motto

Him

The day before I flew out of the country, I stopped in at a Cinco De Mayo party to say goodbye to a few close friends that I knew I wouldn't see in a long time.  I had my roommate, Sadie, go with me. It was a big party and I was nervous about who I'd run into. I was obviously trying to avoid any sort of awkward confrontation with a few nutcase guys & I knew she could help me get out of a weird situation fast. We walked in the door of the club house, heard our names and walked over to the group of guys I came to say goodbye to...Except something was different this time; There was a new boy. A boy that I knew, from the moment we met, would change my life forever.
I didn't run into any nutcases that night and I didn't spend much time with anyone I actually came to see. But time was spent with that new boy.  12 hours later I was boarding a plane to live 5,613 miles away.
That Cinco De Mayo became the beginning of our story.

On a cold day in the middle of December, I saw this quote on Pinterest, cliche I know, but it inspired me to apply for an internship that was farther away than I had ever been before.  I got accepted, moved across the world, learned more about myself than I ever thought was possible, and became a better person, friend and employee. Now I'm sitting here in Ukraine on my very last day wondering where the time has gone. I visited 14 countries and received 27 new stamps in my passport. I can even speak Russian (but don't get your hopes up, I can only say a few things).  I hope to catch up on this blog soon, sharing stories and pictures of my adventures. See you back in America.

Living in Ukraine

It hasn't been an easy journey--I'm not sure why I needed to come to Ukraine, yet, but I felt completely okay with the decision to live here. I haven't learned much about being a graphic designer, but I have learned a lot about culture and having compassion for those that don't have everything I do in America. This is how they live everyday and they don't know any better.  I've never been more happy to live in a land that's free! I can live here for 3 months and experience the life that they lead; the dirtiness and filth, the poor planning, the social economics, poverty, etc, and then I can come back and live in America where I'm free to choose for myself the way I live.
Thank goodness for the best of friends that I've made while living here, and for the best of friends and family that talk to me everyday from across the ocean, for it would be a much harder experience without them.

I'm so lucky to be traveling every few weeks while i'm living here in Eastern Europe. It is the highlight of this time here! So far I've visited Amsterdam, Hungry, Slvania, and Italy. In a few weeks, I'll be in the warm sunshine on the beaches of Greece. Sometimes life is really hard :)

The Hospital in Kiev

I made it to Kiev! But before we could do much, they wanted so to get x-rays and our blood tested before we started work with the public. We rode every dirty bus and metro to the sketchy part of town (oh, wait, that's ALL of Kiev..) and walked into a hospital that was so dark inside, dreary, and dirty. The nurses were dressed in 1950's attire running around yelling at each other in Russian. Men and women are in the hallways waiting to see the doctor in only their underwear and when it's their turn, they walk through the medal doors into the doctors dark office. Well, we finally made it to our hall to wait for our x-ray when i turned to my friend and said, "I smell dead bodies."  Seriously, two min later, they wheeled a dead body down the hall.. I about DIED.  The body was wrapped up and had a piece of fabric over it's face, so luckily I couldn't see the eyes :) People were coughing around us and I became a germaphobe and thought for sure I would contract TB or Aids before I left the Hospital. FINALLY it was our turn to get an x-ray and my friend, Ellen, and I went into the room marked with radiation signs and a huge medal door together. The woman nurse, who spoke very little English, told us to take off our clothes completely, stand against the wall and press our breasts into the bulls-eye medal sheet that stood a few feet from the wall, and put our arms behind our backs. I really didn't know what the HECK to think at this point. It didn't even look like an X-Ray machine!  I just started laughing and did what she said because nothing else could be done. I held my breath for 1 min while they took an x-ray of my completely naked body against the wall. Ellen and I thought we were being sold into the sex slave trade at this point, but shortly after putting our clothes back on, they let us leave :) We felt traumatized by the dead body, being naked, Aids, TB and seeing such a dirty sad hospital.
Here's to hoping things look up from now on :)