UPDATE: Life, Love, and More Part 1

Hey guys!

New school year means more updates! The summer is over and tons happened which I am happy to say have all been mostly good.

I moved, got kicked out twice (okay, voluntarily moved out, but I might as well have been kicked out...), got a second job, quit both jobs, had a crazy roommate, met a great guy, went camping, and moved back in with the parents.
It's been an eventful summer.

You could say it all started with a broken tire and a stranded me on the side of the road and a stranger stopping to help. If you hadn't guessed already, that stranger is now my current boyfriend. Probably my first (and hopefully only?) serious relationship ever.
I never really understood when people said they meet that one person and they know they met the one...but now I think I understand perfectly. Within minutes of talking with him I knew he was someone I would be proud to introduce to my family - and that means a lot since my family is pretty cutthroat as far as introductions go. To give you a better idea: my mother invented the resting bitchface and it's not even half as scary as her actual bitchface. Not that my mom is a bitch - she's pretty nice unless you make her angry, but that's fair if you ask me.

Anyway, that was in May.


Since then it was smooth sailing - so I thought - until August. The boyfriend and his sister got kicked out, he ended up homeless, then he got into a pretty bad motorcycle accident, during which I found out some less than admirable information about my newfound beau which led to a pretty intense discussion (I won't go into details - it's private and not something that I want immortalized on the Internet), after the accident, I got kicked out by my crazy roommate (more on that later), and moved back in with the parents. Shortly after that, the boyfriend and I went camping (as in tenting camping, NOT glamping or even trailer camping). Minutes after arriving, while we were setting up our home for the weekend, the truck was experiencing some mechanical difficulties which the boyfriend assured me were minor - plot spoiler: They definitely were not minor.

The next day, we drove Old Red down to the nearest reserve - which turned out to be on an Indian reservation - not really the safest spot to be in my opinion. I got hollered at twice and it was terrifying. After much struggle with the truck at the gas station, we decided to stop wasting the day and attempt the 20 minute trek back to our campground. The truck barely made it. As in it died just as we pulled onto the road that led down to our site. Luckily for us, it wasn't far away. Down a bumpy hill and there was our home. Trouble was, the lake was right behind our tent and a second too late on my part and Red and I would have ended up at the bottom of a 400ft lake reservoir. In case you didn't figure it out, I had to steer/break while the boyfriend pushed. Although the boyfriend assured me that he was tensed and prepared to snatch me outside of the vehicle should I fail to break hard enough.

I don't know when I knew I loved him, but I knew pretty early on that I did. Whether it was a simple text in the morning, afternoon, or night, or the way he'd look at me or hold me, I knew he was where I wanted to be. He told me once that he wanted to move to Scotland one day soon. What scared me wasn't that he would be leaving, what scared me was that I knew I would follow him despite my endless rants about girls dropping everything for guys they just met. It was terrifying, it was exhilarating, it was exciting. We talk about the future sometimes now. He has his shit together, so by next spring he wants to buy a house - an acreage to be exact - we joke about the city girl and the wholesome country boy often. It's one of my favourite jokes. I've always dreamed of a penthouse apartment in the middle of downtown. He's always dreamed of a sprawling acreage, far from city life. I don't think I would mind living on an acreage. Me a year ago would choke on that sentence...me a year ago would also choke on entertaining the idea of children. Me now still chokes on the latter...but less than I would have before. Which is infinitely scarier than knowing I would drop everything to move to Scotland because I've always wanted to go to Scotland let alone live there. Those are concerns for a later time, though.

Sometimes you meet people who change. Whether it's for better or worse, everyone you encounter should always teach you something. I have a feeling I have a lot to learn with him.