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Recently I have been easy to forget…

I miss living in Baltimore where I knew no one from any of my other lives. But home in TX and at church in Houston I see people from BYUI, who know me and my sisters, I see people that I went to grade school with and everything in between. It’s all a bit too much. Whenever I see these people I assume, well I remember them so of course they remember me…but sadly I have been wrong every single time. The closest I came to someone remembering me was them being convinced that I was my sister Ashlee. I seriously had to argue the fact that I was indeed not Ashlee, and someone else, and that she had met me previously when at that moment I was still myself and not Ashlee.

I understand the confusion. But us looking this much alike is a rarity.

As I look back on my life I am seeing more and more that this is a trend. Maybe it’s because I have brown hair…

I don’t know. But I think this is not a trend and it’s just the way it is.

When I was 15, Ashlee and I modeled in a runway fashion show in Houston, and someone said to me, “Are you Hannah?” This has become a lasting joke between us, where I said that both of us were asked if either one of us was Hannah, like “Excuse me, but would one of you happen to be Hannah?” Or my personal favorite, “Which one of you’s is Hannahs?”, but I know the truth, it was just me…being mistaken for Hannah, not Ashlee. Once we finally saw Hannah, we knew that being mistaken for her was not a compliment.

It happens a lot at work too. There are not many people of European descent at my job if you know what I mean. But there is one girl named Danielle that works during the day shift, who is also White, and also has brown hair, and we have a similar build. Everyone always thinks I’m Danielle. Patients, doctors, family members, co workers, etc. But it doesn’t ever go both ways. Danielle is never mistaken for me, neither is Ashlee, or Hannah. It just goes one way, where everyone thinks I am someone else or someone they have never met before…

I guess I just need to get real and remember that just because I remember someone it doesn’t mean they will remember me. Also, I shouldn’t remind them that we know each other either, because most likely they still won’t remember who I am…

Just remember me this way

Love,
Hannah.

I was going through old pics on my comp, and guess what…I miss summer camp. Seriously. I miss girls camp as a 12-17 year old, and pranks with my sisters. I miss working at camp as a health something or other from 18-19. I just miss camp.

I miss my fun Eastern European friends that were so great, and would call me “Melisitchka”.

I miss the Hungarian Sepsi brothers!

I miss the kids. I miss the dancing. I miss Sophia Nasti!

I don’t miss being the only who wasn’t partying on the days off though. I don’t miss that at all. I don’t miss being the goodie, and I don’t miss being so weird for going to church every time I could.

But I am just remembering the dreamy times. The camp I worked at in MA was my favorite, I loved those kids. And lots of the staff was so great, so British, and so fun. But there were lots of not great things too, that I won’t talk about.

I miss dancing with this little girl! She was my favorite dancer. This was on hip hop themed day or something and I was doing my best to be a “fly girl”. We had a great time.

Oh lil’ 19 year old Meliss.

I feel like these times are from a million years ago, or a million miles…a million somethings, 1001 somethings. So much has changed.

But that was a great summer because it was the first time I went to California, went with Ash on mini tour, the first two times I went to France, but most importantly it was the summer I decided to go to Johns Hopkins, and that I was really going to be a Registered Nurse. <3 <3 <3.

So all in all a really important time in my life.

Love,
Miss Camp 2008.

i accidentally chopped my eye brows off. i am admitting it. the first couple days i tried to color them in because i thought that that would make a difference, or make it less terrible. But I was very wrong. I don’t want to get into the details of how or why I accidentally cut them off. All I want to say is that it was indeed an accident. They are not completely gone. The shape is still there, but pretty much all the color is gone and it looks like someone took a weed wacker to my eyebrows, and that someone was me. Case and point, don’t try to trim your own eyebrows unless you are trained and have the proper utensils, not tailoring shears. (guess everyone now knows the how and why). whoopz.

it was so bad, the day after it happened, i colored my eye brows in with my brown eye liner and i looked like a monster. so to make it less obvious that i had colored them in i wore eye glasses that were large enough to cover the majority of my brow. but the thing is is that the glasses were reading glasses with a +2.00 magnification….so i couldn’t see. but i thought that it was better to not be able to see them, then to see my bad eye brows.

i stopped coloring them in, which is a little better. but they are still awful. lizzy says that it should take about 2.5 weeks. I have completed my .5 weeks, so i have two left. i can make through. i know it.

if anybody else has done something stupid trying to maintain their own look, that they should have left to the professionals, i would love to hear about it.

thank heavens for the snow day today because that is one of the days in my 2.5 weeks that i didn’t have to see people.

they will grow back….hopefully the same way. please bless that i won’t be a monster forever.

love,
melissa.