My Mom has often told me that I am a "bloom where you're planted" kind of girl. I tend to make the best of any situation and make wherever I am my home. This is something I have had a lot of practice with.When I was 10 we moved to another State, and really another world. From a big town to a small town. From Nebraska to southern Kansas. From corn fields to..well...nothing really. I grew to love that town and the friends I made there. I knew I didn't want to live there forever, but really enjoyed my time there. When I was just months shy of 16, we moved again. This time to Utah. I fought the move. I cried, I begged, I pleaded. I didn't want to leave my friends, those people who had become my family. As we crossed the plains and headed into the hills then mountains, I felt so small and insignificant. I had never been around something as majestic as mountains. My first day of school left me in tears and feeling even smaller than I had ever thought possible. I went from a high school of 700 students in 4 grades to one with 2000+ students in 3 grades. How could I survive this change? There were so many people. How could I get to know anyone at all? Pulling up my bootstraps, I did just what I had to. I made friends, I joined Musical Theater, I was active in school and made the best of it. I made friends, had crushes on boys, went to dances, and made memories that I will never forget. Those experiences have served me well in my life. Since graduating from High School (16 years ago!!!) I have moved about 15 times. Each time there was the period of awkwardness in my new surroundings. There were the times when I didn't know anyone, didn't feel like I fit, felt too hot or too cold, just uncomfortable. But every time, I was able to make where I was living my home. I was able to bloom where I was planted. I may not be able to bloom as a Lilac here in the Texas Desert, but I hear Cactus Flowers are really quite beautiful.