Okay, I have a phone call to make.
I have to tell Audrey that I won’t be going to Snow College with her and living at grandma’s house like we had been planning. No big deal though, she can handle it. She graduated early and moved to Provo halfway through our Senior year anyway. She doesn’t need me; she left me first after all. She is doing great. She knows what she wants. She’s always been outgoing, and popular and confident . . .
So, I made the call. I told her that I had decided to go to Texas and would she help me to move down there. WOW was I ever NOT expecting what happened next! She totally broke down . . . which wasn’t too great since she was at work when I called. She said thing like “How could you do this”, and “You are leaving me alone here” etc. (These are not direct quotes, my memory isn’t that good, but you get the general idea). My confident, strong, ‘I don’t care what other people think’, independent twin sister completely lost it. What was going on here? I thought I was the weak one who couldn’t get through life without her. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around what was happening!
We got through the initial trauma of the call and started making plans. She (and 3? Of her friends) would accompany me and all of my stuff (including my cat) to Texas. It was a crazy trip. We got on each other’s nerves, we enjoyed our time together, and I got to know her friends from Provo a little better. One of whom is still one of my favorite people (hi Ted).
I didn’t know what life (Heavenly Father) had in mind for me at this point in my life. All I knew was that, for some reason, I was supposed to go to Texas to live with my parents. I knew that after having the same boyfriend from the time I turned 16 till I sent him the “dear John” when I was 18 ½, and going on numerous dates like a crazy person, and going through my little rebellion with the other guy (I call him the catalyst) that I was not interested in having a boyfriend/relationship for a while.
I wasn’t even 19 yet, for crying out loud!
I did however want to hear from my parents about what the Young Single Adults in my new ward would be like. I knew that they would mostly be Spanish-speaking (we were in Laredo, after all), but I wanted to make some friends, go to college, get a job and focus on me for a while. So, when I asked what kids of girls (and guys) there were at church it didn’t faze me at all when, in naming people, they said, “oh, and there’s also Peter, hahahahahahahaha”.
*** Don’t forget about “The Catalyst”. It will come up again.
Friday, February 20, 2009
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Hi! Glad to be noted as notable! I do have to admit that I enjoyed that period of time quite well, and often reflect back. I also remember the day Audrey received that phone call. All is well though, as Peter has done a good job! :)
Oh the suspense. I hate these kinds of stories. Like when I read the first 3 books of the Twilight saga and then realized it wasn't finished and had to wait until August for that.
I should do my love story, part of my rebellion!
Yeah, Audrey remembers the day she received that phone call as well...
Yep there were three of us helping you move. Me, Ted, Katie and my own personal catalyst...
By the way, I only seemed confident, strong, ‘I don’t care what other people think’, and independent back then because that's the "mask" I wore. I think those qualities were a part of me deep down though, because now when I appear that way I no longer feel like I'm faking it most of the time.
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