A New Chapter

The last few weeks spent in Jerusalem were so valuable that I never took the time to blog during it. As an economist I would say, the opportunity cost of blogging during those last few weeks was just too high—I needed to be out in the city. So naturally, when I got home my mom told me she wanted to make a book of my Jerusalem blog so that I could have a hard copy of it. I told her that was a great idea but to wait because I wanted to make one final entry about Jerusalem to close up the blog.





Time passed and I still hadn’t finished the blog. When I get home from Jerusalem I started dating a boy that I liked at the center. My parents knew about him already and I did a lot of things with him in Jerusalem. I refrained from mentioning him in the blog however because I wanted to make sure that I, as well as everyone else, knew that I was in Jerusalem for a personal experience. I was not there to meet anybody and fall in love, but just to grow personally. I did grow personally. But I also fell in love--an unexpected positive externality of going to Jerusalem. As time passed and I hadn’t written in the blog yet, I came up with a new idea to excuse my procrastination. I would wait till Mitch (they boy I fell in love with) and I were engaged so that I could end the blog with a “happily ever after.”
To no great surprise, once we were engaged I was too preoccupied with my soon-to-be-husband and a wedding to plan that I had no time for blogging! So again, the blog went unnoticed, nearly forgotten.
Tomorrow marks the year anniversary of the day I left for Jerusalem. Little did I know that day that I would have the greatest personal development of my life during that school semester. Little did I know that I would come to know the Savior more closely than I had in 19 years. Little did I know that the scriptures would finally open up to me in real life. Nothing did I know that I would meet the one person that would accompany me to exaltation—my husband. So here I am, a year later, not in Jerusalem, but happily married. What was it that finally got me to write on the blog? Anyone who knows Heather would not doubt it—an assignment from my writing professor, Bro. Shayne Clarke. Yes--for all those Anne of Green Gables fans--Clarke with an "e".