Wednesday, October 26, 2011

i've moved.

come visit my new blog and say hello!

Sunday, May 29, 2011


I've just had a thought...... of sorts.

Have you ever just felt like...itchy? not on your outsides, but on your insides? that's how I feel right now. I'm stuck in this life that I have to live for another year (perhaps a little longer...) while I finish school. I'm tied down to provo.... but my insides just want something more. something exciting. I want to live somewhere where I can feel things again. 

I think it's because I'm learning that I hate the familiar things in life.

I like to be put in situations where I don't know anything. Where I don't know my surroundings.why? because then I can discover... and it's through discovery that I find inspiration.

I'm lacking inspiration right now and I'm starting to feel the effects. Day after day I find myself doing the same thing I've been doing for 5 years. I go to school. I go to work. I come home and waste time doing pointless things. I want to be excited to wake up in the morning... and not just roll out of bed cause I have to.

don't get me wrong...I'm content. I realize and acknowledge that I'm definitely blessed to be living the life I'm living right now.

I'm just missing that......


I need more days like this one....

Monday, May 23, 2011

life these days...

i've been away from London for over a month..... there's not a day that goes by that I don't think about that place --  the people, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the laughs, the tears, the inspiration, the fun. I wish i could have stayed in that moment (or those 3 months of moments) forever. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss waking up in the London Centre.... I miss public transit..... I miss walking down the street to Sainsburys to get chocolate covered raisins for 79p....I MISS saying things cost (insert number)P.

.....but life is different now. Instead of waking up in the Centre surrounded by 5 other guys and 33 girls...I wake up in a full-sized bed in my own room, with my own bathroom....2 full sized closets.......... which all sounds nice.... but in reality it's kind of lonely and boring. It was easy for me to replace my pre-London-life with London-Life..... but I'm finding replacing "London-Life" with "Provo-Life" quite difficult.

Now, when I wake up 10 minutes before class starts (as happened this morning....) I panic. In London? not a big deal...I had 5 more minutes I could sleep if I wanted.

Now, if I want a home cooked meal (prepared by someone else) I have to drive to my parents house.... In London? I would come home to one every night ( wasn't the BEST food in the world..)

Now, if I want to see a decent live show I have to travel at least to salt lake and plan days in advance..... in London I could ride 6 tube stops to get to Leicester Square to find a random show to see last minute.

Now, most of my conversations with friends happen over the phone.... in London - all conversation was face to face.

Now, I have to drive to get to a public park.... in London it was right across the street.

I could go on and on and on...and probably on some more. But I won't...the fact remains...I miss London.... but I'm learning to adjust.

I'm busy working 2 jobs (still at BYU and at Banana Republic) and going to school full-time. It's a struggle....but it's all worth it. There's a light at the end of the tunnel....I will (hopefully) graduate next fall......that day can not come soon enough.

Saturday, May 7, 2011


...yes.... unfortunately it's true. I'm back in Provo.....

to sum up my experience in London and surrounding Europe....

I had the time of my life.

I'm working on editing/posting photos from my trip onto my photography blog. here's a teaser:

If you want to see more...head on over to my very amateur photography blog. 

Saturday, January 1, 2011

while i'm away... can read about my experiences and adventures either by going to the "London" tab, and clicking the link provided.... or by going to:

Sunday, December 26, 2010

It's been a while...

Life has kinda been flying by recently, and I don't know how I feel about it.

I've finished my first semester back at school, and I feel pretty good about what I accomplished. Although I don't know what my final grades are, I feel like I did my best...especially considering the circumstances. It's not easy working 3 jobs and going to school full-time. But I some how managed. I've never felt so positive about school....and I think it's because I'm really determined to actually start a career. I so look forward to teaching and hopefully helping high school students as they begin to think about what life is all about. I finally just feel good about the direction I am headed with my career, and nothing can stop me. I will be applying for the History Teaching program before I leave for London........fingers crossed. If I'm not accepted, well, I'll figure that out if I need to.

....speaking of London...I leave in 9 days. I can't believe that the time is already here. It seems like just yesterday that I didn't even have London on my mind... just planning on staying in Provo winter semester until I was accepted into the teaching program. BUT life kinda takes me by surprise sometimes and I couldn't be more excited. I've never been outside of the United States (except for 2 hours when visiting the Canadian side of Niagra Falls). I'm excited to experience the culture in London on a more deep level than if I were just to visit for a week. I will be going with a group of about 40 people through BYU's study abroad program. We come from all different types of families and backgrounds and I'm excited to get to know a new group of people. I look forward to learning about the History of London and surrounding areas. I'm ready to be there. Now.

Christmas this year came and I get older Christmas time around the Morrell household continues to change....I don't like it, but it comes along with being the youngest of 7. But I really enjoy this season and all it stands for. I am forever grateful for my family and close friends who help me on a daily basis. I wouldn't be the person I am today without the influence of those closest to me.

what else is new? bought a new camera for London....something I've wanted for a long time, so London was a great excuse. hopefully I'll remember things I've learned from past photo classes and can produce some nice photographs while traveling the world.

what better to break a camera in with than a self portrait:


Wednesday, November 3, 2010


****disclaimer....this post is mostly for personal therapeutic reasons.... but hey... feel free to read if you want.****
thinking about granny....

Cora Elizabeth Bower Vavricka....or more lovingly known as Granny 4/11/1918-11/4/1998

Dear Granny,

I've been thinking about you a lot. It's been 12 years, tomorrow, since you went away. I never really had a chance to express my feelings to I hope you have internet access up there. Gramps, you can stop watching those "naked women" on TV and read this too if you'd like. If not...I understand.

You taught me more than I ever thought you did. It's only been recently that I realized the impact those summers on the farm had on me. You were always so patient and loving. After all, I was just a kid and didn't know any better...... and you understood that. You always paid special attention to each of us in the "morrell bunch" and we all valued time spent with you. You had an uncanny ability to open your arms and heart to everyone you knew.

Some favorite memories of you and me:
-The countless times you spent reading "knots on a counting rope" to me. I'd be sitting on your lap before bed and each time you would patiently read through my favorite book of yours.
-Playing "go fish" with me while the big kids played poker with gramps. Even after I learned how to play with the big kids, I still preferred playing with you.
-Coloring in your sewing room while you were working on a craft project of some sort. Probably for someone else, because you rarely took time to do things just for you.
-Waking up in the morning, and walking into the house from the cabin or bunkhouse, only to find you diligently reading your scriptures, or writing in your journal in the sewing room. you never missed a day.
-Taking a ride in the back of the truck to "smith and edwards" or "country boy dairy" just to get a little treat to reward us for all the "hard" labor we did on the farm. You always let me get the "bubble gum" flavor at country boy dairy.... even though you preferred prailines and cream. or pistachio every now and then.
-That one summer where we spent 3 months on the farm.... you gave each of us $100 at the end to reward us. At the time I didn't realize what a sacrifice this probably was for you.... but looking back, that $100 was probably a large chunk of your life savings. I wish I had known then so I could have done something nice for you.
-Picking out ceramics to prepare, paint, fire, and glaze. You always allowed us to be creative.
-Your amazing grilled cheese sandwiches that were made with your homemade wheat bread, and just the right amount of cheese. And of course, you never forgot the ketchup on the side.
-Shelling peas in the kitchen.
-Weeding the carrots as "punishment"
-Walking into the house with the aroma of fresh baked bread, knowing that butter and homemade raspberry jam were close by.
-The day you let Tom and I come to the Library at the school.
-Your magic way of knowing when the light was going to change by the Golf Course as you drive into Brigham City.... you complained that the light was always red. And until recently, i never knew how you knew it was going to change to green in "3....2.....1".
-That time the ranch dressing bottle (yes, homemade ranch because it tastes WAY better) fell out of the fridge and shattered all over the kitchen floor and you exclaimed "Oh Lordy"...and when Tom repeated the same words you got mad at him.
-Going out in the morning to see if the chicken's laid any eggs.
-Going to get flowers and letting me pick which kind I wanted to plant in your garden.
-Frosties and Popcorn every night. Without fail.
-Picking raspberries by the bucketful.
-Learning how to make Monkey bread. my favorite.
-Doing laundry in the old machine (with the 2 rollers and the big wash bin) and getting my finger stuck in between the rollers. You made sure I knew my fingers would be ok.
-Going to garage sales and finding hidden treasures.
-Going to the bower family reunions, and making sure that I got something I wanted from the "family auction"
-Taking us to the blacker's to swim....and never allowing us to go on a full stomach (you have to wait at least 2 hours after eating to go swimming....perfect time for a nap right?)
-That time I had to take antibiotics and I couldn't/didn't want to take my pills because i had never swallowed them before. You forced that pill down my throat like it was nobody's business..... and because you saw how hard it was for me you came up with a solution: grind the pill up and put it in some juice in a spoon and swallow the spoonful.
-Riding in the car with you to church, while gramps and the other boys walked.
-That one time i forgot to bring my blankie with me, you so willingly gave me a spare one to use... I still have that one cause I liked it more.
-Dressing up in your clothes/hats and putting on a play in your living room.
-and of course....the kicking incident. I still haven't forgiven myself for this one. I'm glad that my siblings words didn't come true "Granny's gonna kill mikey!". I learned my lesson that day. Don't Mess with Granny.
....the list could go on and and on granny. My last memory of you was the trip I took with malissa to visit you guys in August 1998, before school started. It was on this trip that you taught Malissa and I how to quilt. I remember giving you a hug while leaving and you said "Love you Mikey. I'll see you soon, say Hi to your folks"

Unfortunately, soon was too soon. A few months later around 4 in the morning Mom came into my room. She told me the news. I cried for hours, although this wasn't uncommon for me, this was the first time i really felt it. My granny was gone. You were my best friend, and biggest cheerleader. Fortunately, through the years I've come to realize you are not completely gone... you taught me lessons that I'll never forget:

-No horsing at the table.
-Always finish what is on your plate. (even if I'm full for dinner but hungry for dessert)
-No matter how tough life gets, keep going.
-Fresh food ALWAYS tastes better.... especially if you plant it, nurture it, weed it, pick it, and cook it yourself.
-Sometimes, a little pushing doesn't hurt.
-While it's good to get out of your comfort zone, sometimes all someone needs is a little bit of acknowledgment for doing what they are comfortable doing.
-Less TV. More creativity.
-and finally (and I don't know who to give credit to, you or gramps for this one...but I can at least hear you saying it in my head) "No worky, No eaty"

You always took me under your wing when the other kids were doing the "manly hard labor" with gramps, and still made me feel welcome and loved.

I wish I had been able to spend more time with you, but I know you're watching over me.

Miss you granny, I hope I'm making you proud.

With all the love in the world,


Sunday, October 31, 2010


I'm really missing this place.


I'm doing it. Ticket Purchased.

I couldn't be more excited.

I leave January 4th. I come back April 14th.


Friday, October 22, 2010


...that i MUST see in concert before I die:

brandi carlile. her sound is so raw and wonderful. i will definitely travel to see her someday.

...i've seen a fine frenzy live before....and I cannot WAIT to see her again. just watching this video makes me smile. she is perfection. and...she was super nice when i met her.

who wants to join me?