Why I transferred to BYU-I

This is a column piece written for BYU-I’s news organization, Scroll.


“You’re going to hate it.”

That was the response I got when I told my friends and family that I was transferring from Utah State University to BYU-Idaho.

To give context, I graduated high school in 2019 and went to Utah State that fall. I moved to an apartment complex where I didn’t know anyone, worked at a soda shop and took some general classes — your typical Utah college student.

I loved my experience in Logan. The campus was beautiful, my classes were uplifting and my roommates influenced my life in a positive way. While placed in fortunate circumstances, I continued with an aimless direction in my classes and life.

When the pandemic hit and in-person classes were canceled, I was relieved. I was unsure how to handle the college workload, so even though the world was afraid, I felt a weight off my chest. The lockdown ended up being a period of pristine reflection.

On paper, my life seemed complete, but I felt I wasn’t where I needed to be.

I remember sitting in my kitchen and a thought came to my mind, “You could go to BYU-Idaho.”

That sentence was quiet and vague. Although soundless, those thoughts spanned my mind, and I realized I was at a crossroads: I could stay and live my life in Logan or go on a different course in Rexburg.

After reflecting for a few weeks, one of my friends decided to transfer to BYU-I and asked me to be her roommate. To me, that was the push I needed. I didn’t let the confused responses I received cloud my vision, I just did it. I moved to Rexburg, Idaho, in the fall of 2020.

That first semester wasn’t what I had in my head.

The campus looked completely separate from a contemporary university. The people were different, the town was small and I wondered what I had gotten myself into. On day two of living in Rexburg, I called my family and told them that they were right.

But I decided to stay.

Close to two years later, I am a married woman planning to graduate next fall. Looking back, I realize that Rexburg has given me my entire life. This simple town has given me joy, relationships and lessons that are the most beautiful things I can offer from my life thus far.

Nothing is perfect — Rexburg is cold in the winter, hot in the summer and sometimes feels limiting. However, I let that modest location change my world in a positive way.

I started this process by going outside of my comfort zone. I changed my major, applied to be an editor for the school newspaper and spoke up about what was important to me, even if I was afraid of what others had to say. It was how I met my husband and learned to love who I see in the mirror.

If Rexburg is a difficult place for you, I get it. Despite what you have in mind, I encourage students here at BYU-I to take advantage of the social, academic and spiritual opportunities around them because it is more beautiful than you think.

So why did I choose to come to BYU-I? It was because I wanted to. I felt like it would give me a positive change.

Create direction in your life, even if you are discouraged and unsure. Your time here in Rexburg could create a stunning story for you if let it.

My new years check-in

It was the year 2008. My little body sat in the stiff, adjustable chair next to the family desktop computer. I opened a word document and dragged Google images onto the blank workspace. I wrote my heart out based on uncontextualized images. It was silly stories about bears, poorly executed poems about flowers or journal entries about my school day. Those words are gone, lost on some formidable hard drive, but the memory remains still.

As the preteen years came and went, I lost that little artist. She was buried under heaps of self-doubt and negativity. That doubt extended until I was 20 years old. It was unfortunate because 2021 was the most growing year of my life. I wasn’t there to experience it, to document it.

But I was still loved nonetheless.

At the beginning of 2022, I dedicated this to being the happiest year of my life. I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew I wanted to be happy. What better way to achieve that than a new year?

I have a habit of taking new years resolutions quite seriously. I check in with myself throughout the year and usually have a list of goals hung up on a door. This year’s resolutions were to be present, social, share my work and be heard.

For whatever reason, this year has blessed me tremendously. I think it was because I allowed myself to be myself. I allowed the people that love me to love me. I stopped putting up walls and realized the potential that I was told I had so much of as a little girl.

My husband told me that I was going to write amazing things this year. He said I would lift people up and achieve powerful things. Recently I had a friend tell me that I was beautiful, inside and out. Those words have created a newfound love and protection for myself.

I know I’m not perfect, but I work hard every day to reach my potential and lift others. I have a new kind of acceleration, just like that seven-year-old girl with all the support in the world. Now I have the eyes to see it. To believe it.

2022 is a good year.