The Jump

I feel like time just crept up on me. Not in a bad way, just in the all-of-the-sudden-holy-hannah type of way.

59 days until I've officially graduated from BYU.
59 days to figure out what I'm doing.

I could seriously use some beach time to just clear my head right about now. Miss this so much.



On another Hawaii note, I stumbled across the following photos today. Plug to the parents: BEST family activity yet, we need to do something like this again. Anyways, you're welcome to make fun of me all you want, but when I was looking at these, I realized this is kind of how I feel about my life right now. Thus, skydiving=brooke's life was invented. let me recap for you:


About to jump out of a plane.
AKA about to graduate college.
Note the absolute look of terror after I looked down, which in this case would be me post NY interviewing, etc.


Left the plane, not sure what I'm doing but realizing that there's no going back now.
AKA keep interviewing and try my best.


Realizing how liberating it is...and how I might as well enjoy the ride now.
AKA me realizing how badly I want NY and throwing everything I have into trying to get it.


Trying to decide if I really like this or not.
(AHHHH the stress of uncertainty is starting to get to me.)


In L.O.V.E. with it all. minus the peruvian man. he was a creep.
(cross your fingers everything NY works out, and then this can be captioned 'brooke in love with nyc')



Yes, I know, I'm a dork. Meh. Who isn't? Gosh I'm excited to see how the next few months pan out.