Oreo's Are My Life Force

I always thought a mission was hard. Well, because it was. But now I find myself in an even tougher situation: a returned missionary. One that has moved to Idaho. And has no idea what she is doing.
Two weeks and two days ago I packed up my little car (her name is Audrey III) and drove to Idaho. Since then my life has been fraught with adventure, boredom, and emotional roller coasters.
My first week out here was spent outside, walking in cold and frigid air (that's a gross understatement about the temperature) applying to everything for a job. In return: I lost my voice. Every day I would walk up and down the main streets, going into warm business and then coming back out into the harsh cold. I had quite a long time to think. And most of it was "What am I doing here?" Really, what am I doing here? I have people who love me, friends that I play with, and an actual room back in Utah. Not to mention a warm house. Here, I am alone, living in a corner of a house that they keep at 60 degrees. Why?... no, really, why?
But each time this question comes up, I can satisfy it. I can't answer it because I still have no idea. But I can think back to when I knew I was supposed to be up here. And I can think back to my first real night here in Rexburg.

My first Wednesday night, my dear friend Erin Price invited me to institute and country dancing. Sweet, something to do! I wasn't planning on continuing to go to the institute class, just was going to hang out with Erin. Writings of Isaiah, a little too much for me. But then you could get a book for $12.50 when it's generally $20, so I couldn't pass that up and it seemed interesting. So I left institute with a new book and a promise that I'd be there the next week.
Yee-haw! We went to what I was really excited for, the country dance! It was fun, it was hard, and I have no sense of rhythm. I mostly sat and watched, not asking anyone. I was still a little shell-shocked about being in Idaho. But as I was sitting there watching people dance, I suddenly had this calm come about me and it felt like I belonged and was where I needed to be. I felt good about Idaho. Which was great for me to remember as I tramped around Rexburg looking for a job.
After my first week roller coaster, of "Why am I here?" and "I love Rexburg!" I had a second week of roller coasters! There were less dips but when I dipped, I really got low. Those times generally ended up in a hysterical message left on someones phone. Thankfully I was generally recovered by the time someone called me back.

Now, for the more interesting highlights of my life! The institute teacher has turned out to be my new bishop. When things get repeated in my life like that I feel that something is right. Like I am where I am supposed to be. My ward will take a minute to get used to, but I think I'll do just fine! I made some friends last Sunday and at FHE, and hope to make more.
Also, there are cute boys here! One of my biggest fears was leaving all the cute boys behind in Utah. One of which works with my cousin Katie. She's been telling him about me and I got the chance to meet him for about 5 minutes yesterday! He invited me to country dancing last night, which was perfect since Erin was sick and I wasn't going to go by myself. I was all ready, I looked cute, and I was super excited! ....but I couldn't find him. And apparently he couldn't find me. Um... so in truth, I don't think I remember what he looks like. And I'm pretty sure his name is Sam, but my second guess is Matt....
But last night was still so much fun. Again with repeats in my life: two people that I met at FHE were at the dance! I gotta hang with them and we became friends. Also, there were two guys who are friends with Erin that were there and it was cool because I got to know them better and be their friend, instead of a friend of a friend. All in all, even though I couldn't find the guy I was looking for, it was a great night!