Movin out of Bethel!

See ya later YK delta!

Alaska Airlines flight 46 .

On Friday, June 22, I left Bethel for the last time. I worked until 5 pm, then hopped on the 8 pm jet for Anchorage, where Eric was waiting. It was a tough day with alot of emotions. I cried as I boarded the plane, but was ready to start our new life in Anchorage.

People don't really understand our decision to live in the Bush, and that is just fine. I did not do this for them, I did it for us and I will forever be grateful for the lessons I learned while in Bethel. For me, moving to Alaska was the best thing I ever did. Bethel taught me to accept people for who they really are and to enjoy our differences. That is completely different than my life in Utah, where I was taught if you don't fit the Utah mold - then you are not accepted. I finally feel that I fit in, and I can just be me - and people like me for who I am. I knew there was more to life out there, and I'm grateful I found it in Alaska.

I had to admit, that I was ready to leave the Bush, but I'm not ready to leave Alaska. Everyone thinks that Eric was the reason why we are still here, which is completely untrue. We love Alaska, and I can't imagine living back in the cookie-cutter life of Utah. People are a tough breed up here, which is refreshing.

I'm excited to have this time to explore more of Alaska, but am sad to leave behind the toughest thing I have ever done.