New Horizons! A better explanation to what’s going on!

These past few months, have been some of the most stressful I think I’ve ever experienced.

In March, Colby and I found out that my application for permanent residency into Canada had been randomly picked to be diverted to a different visa office, taking our timeline from a tiny 8-9 months, to almost 3 years.

I was in shock. I was devastated and I literally felt like the rug had been pulled out from underneath me.  I went into panic mode because this is  probably the worst news we have received thus far.   My mind began reeling with scenarios and what our options were.  The thought of being unproductive and not being able to attend school or be separated from Colby so I could. . . .for 3 years always sent me into tears.

So began the process of praying really. . .really hard.  I think I’ve shed more scared tears the past few months than ever before.  Dreams for Canada basically went out the window.  It was a tough pill to swallow for Colby and I that we had (to no fault of our own) wasted the past year working tirelessly on an application that we had to leave behind.


4 1/2 inches of stacked paper, 7 months of hard work!

I began to talk to my parents, obviously the first step to finding a new plan for us was to figure out what our options were.  My parents offered us a temporary place to stay at their home until we got our footing, if we decided to come back to the USA.  So we decided, ok we’re moving to Virginia.

Even though we had a plan at that point. I continued to just feel so uneasy and terrified of what was going to happen.   My heart was excited to be back close to my family, to be able experience things and see Colby interact with my family. . . but I felt so much guilt knowing I was taking Colby away from his family. I know the pain and frustration of not being home for Christmas, missing milestones in my siblings life and not being able to hug my parents when I need it.   So I kept telling myself that I’d just stay in Kelowna,  but even then. . .that didn’t make me feel better either.

I continued to just pray for an answer or to at least feel at peace with our decision to head back to the East Coast. . . but nothing that I did to try and progress to get there felt right.   Looking back on it now, I think that my lack of trust in Heavenly Father and having a constant panic clouded my ability to feel the spirit and have my decisions influenced by him. (Note to self, don’t do that again! haha)  There were so many stressful variables to moving to the East Coast. Colby and I were going to have to sell everything we have.  Our awesome King Bed, our 47 inch T.V my amazing electric fireplace Colby’s Auntey Carey gave us for Christmas. . . and there was a huge chance I’d have to leave my cat, Luna behind.  A U-haul was going to cost us well over $2500, with gas it just wasn’t going to be possible for us.   I’d have to put my parents out by having to house us, I didn’t know where we could earn good money at a good job, where we’d live that was affordable (Cause the only place affordable in Roanoke is in the ghetto part of town)  I was so stressed, so worried, I felt completely hopeless and stuck.

It was one afternoon that I was skyping with my cousin Sarah, we were reminiscing on past memories, like our annual barbie game we’d play on Thanksgiving when we were younger, when I would visit her when she was living in Maryland, and how awesome it was that I lived a 2 minute walk away in Utah, back in 2012.   I continued to gush about how much I missed it there, and if I had a choice I’d totally live in Utah again. It’s beautiful, it’s got a happy vibe to it, I have good memories there. . .. I mean heck, it’s where I spent my first week in person with Colby when I was 17 years old.   Then Sarah simply just stated the obvious . . . “Madylon, why don’t you move to Utah”  and . . .I stopped, and felt tears welling in my eyes. Why had I not thought of this before!?   Even thinking back on that moment, I get a little emotional because the feeling of relief I had when it clicked in my head that I could move to Utah.  I could keep all of my things, my cat, and we could be a somewhat equal distance between my family and Colby’s.  We could move to Utah.    



Summer, 2012, Sarah and I had spent the afternoon doing temple work at the Provo Temple


I scrambled a text message to Colby, who was at work, telling him I had an epiphany and once I told him what had just happened he felt good about it too!  It was absolutely wonderful to be EXCITED in every aspect to move, and not dread how we were going to make it.   Renting a U-haul and driving to Orem, Utah is significantly cheaper than driving cross country.  It’s a college town, so  there are lots of people our age,  we can attend school, and we can get bangin’ awesome jobs.  We can finally experience living on our own completely, we can grow together and learn to depend on one another on a completely different level than we have before.   We can easily visit both of our families, we can finally experience being “newlyweds” and I’m so excited for that.   I’m SO excited to walk the streets and visit the places I visited when Colby and I met there.  It seems very fitting that the first place we rent our very own apartment from, work, and grow together as a married couple, be in the place where it really all began, in Provo Utah!


Our FIRST picture ever together! I don’t look good whatsoever but I was so happy!


We took a trip for the day down to Salt Lake City with Sarah and Dallin, to see museums of church history and eat at Cheesecake factory!

The thought of moving is very bittersweet to me.  I have really fallen in love with Kelowna.  It’s beautiful here, and I still love seeing a Canadian flag. The culture is interesting and even though I’ve felt the struggle in trying to fit in, me being from the south and having several complexes with what they call “country” up here, a piece of my heart is anchored here and I’ll always love Canada. I’ve made relationships with some amazing people, I’ve experiences things not everyone get’s to experience. I have lived in a different country, how cool is that!?  I’ve grown a lot and learned a lot living here.   I never thought the grass was greener here ….despite what everyone else thinks, I didn’t run away to Canada to get away from anyone ( I may have said a few choice times I couldn’t wait to get out of Roanoke, and leave everyone behind sometimes. . . yes. . .but moving to Canada was made as a decision on what was best for Colby and myself) I moved to start a life with Colby, and at the time, Canada was the place that had the most promise for our future together.  Life is unpredictable, we never saw my application being chucked into the deep dark hole that they call the LA Visa Office. . . but it did.    But even so, maybe Canada was only supposed to be a temporary stop for us at the beginning of our journey together.  If I know anything, it’s that I don’t have as much control as I thought I did.  There definitely is a higher power that has continued to look out for me and guide me to what I need to be doing.   So, in a way, I think things were meant to happen this way.  Canada was just a temporary stop for us. It was a small stepping stone to prepare us for bigger and better things.

We’re working now to get all the required documents ready to submit to get Colby a Green Card so he can legally live, work and study in the U.S.A.  The process is taking 8-12 months, which means we still have a while to go, but 12 months sounds a LOT better than 36.

I’m so ready for the immigration part of our relationship to be over.  It seems as if it’ll be never ending, but I know in the end all of the tears, both sad and angry with be so worth it.  I can’t imagine my life with anyone else. No one, has ever brought me so much joy, no one has ever helped me grow so much. I didn’t know it was possible to love someone so much. It seems crazy how lucky I was to be able to start a friendship and twitter pated romance at 16 and 3 years later be married to my best friend.   I think that this whole experience is a testament of itself on how strong our love is, and how nothing is going to get in the way. Aside from the fact that the odds are against us because of how young we are, add on the ridiculous truckloads of stress from immigration.  We are SO bulletproof after this.

I appreciate all the love and support we’ve received thus far from everyone when they’ve gotten word that we’re trying to make this work.  The financial part of our immigration journey isn’t going to be cheap, and so I’ve started a fundraiser online,  for anyone who wants to help us out!   http://

I’m so excited for this next part of our journey together!

Thanks for reading this huge thing. .  if  you’ve made it this far!




I’m getting married!!!

Today, I’ve been doing some last minute planning for Colby and my little civil wedding next week. . . . and it’s really got me into a lot of reminiscing on the past.

I remember being a student and Virginia Western Community College, sitting in the cafeteria with a few of my school buddies which ironically were all guys. . . anyway I was typing on skype to Colby during my lunch break. Colby and I had only known each other at that point for maybe a month or two. All of these guys that had girlfriends of their own picked on me and joked around at how stupid it was to have a crush on someone so far away. They tried convincing me that it would never work out, that people cheat in long distance relationships and that it was a long shot.
I remember the first time I told Colby I loved him. It was awkward and I was embarrassed, but it was exciting to hear him say it back eventually. I think back to how surreal it was to be running through the Salt Lake City airport and seeing him in person for the first time. Whenever I think back on that, and remember it makes me emotional.
I literally, have the most perfect man in my life. I don’t know what I did to be so extremely blessed with someone so compassionate and caring. I almost feel undeserving of him, because he is that fantastic! Whenever I realize that I get to be his WIFE I get to love him and I get to see him every day, it is the most incredible thing and it makes me so unbelievably happy! It’s amazing how love grows, how I thought last year in July when we met in person for the first time that I loved him. I did, but, it’s grown so much and I can’t imagine my life without my best friend.

We’ve made it a long way, we’ve experienced a lot. We have an appreciation for each other that is rare. I can’t take him for granted, because I am always remembered of what it was like to not have him around. This post is really jumbly and doesn’t exactly fit right together, but I just had to say that I’m so excited and happy and I’m so in love. . . I’m seriously so in love and I can’t wait to marry my best friend. I feel so blessed and happy and I just want to tell everybody that I come in contact with that I get to marry my best friend on the 14th.

Everyone said that we wouldn’t work out, no one had faith that we could withstand the distance and we’re proving everyone wrong. Love can’t be affected by distance and I’m a great example of that.
3,000 miles apart and we’ve closed the gap and are starting our life together. Yay!

I’ll stop this sappy post now. Sorry guys >.<

Smelling past memories makes it harder to be a “big kid” aka Adult

I’ve waited anxiously the past 10 days waiting for a box with my belongings from Roanoke.  I’ve checked the mail every day waiting for the Shopper Drug mart slip to show up letting me know I can pick up my box.  The past 4 days I have checked every day and was disappointed when nothing was there. Finally today it came and I was a kid on Christmas, picking the box up and being so excited to open it.   Colby helped me removed the tape and open the folds of the boxes and immediately the smell of fresh cut grass, soap, humidity, my Dad’s shirts in his closet, the smell of the boys bedroom as you pass it, a fishbowl, chili cooking in the kitchen,  my bedroom and how it smelled when the door was always closed. . . the smell of home hit me like a brick and all I wanted to do was shut the box back up and tape the smells inside so I didn’t have to be homesick tonight. . . .so maybe I could open it up later and appreciate it more some other time when I really need those smells. . .  But alas, the excitement of having some more of my things was still slightly present and I smiled big also holding back tears as I pulled out my blue piggy bank, my favorite pair of fall boots, my hershey pillow that was bought for me when I broke my arm and several other articles of clothing that I haven’t seen for almost 3 months.   I held them close to my face and just inhaled deeply through my nose trying to engrain in my memory the smell, because in not too long of time those smells will fade out and they will smell like Canada. They will smell like everything else here. They won’t smell like the south, they won’t smell like my family. They will smell like Colby’s house, and Colby’s things.  It is a really stupid thing to be upset about, but the other day I realized that if I were to go home tomorrow, I would smell different than my parents and their house along with my siblings still living there.  That made me kind of upset. 

Tonight I was looking through the pictures on my iTouch and watched the secret video I took of my Dad telling a mission story about spiders.  It felt good to pause my life and remember the moment that I recorded that.  It was nice to hear everyone laugh and to see my Dad do the laugh that my sister Olyvia also does. 

So, aside from a lot of homesick thoughts tonight after getting my box [I am still waiting for another one hopefully to be here within the next day or two]  Colby and I took another huge milestone and purchased OUR first car on Tuesday!  ImageColby’s Pontiac was about to bite the dust and so we decided that we can really only have a car for “us” this once, because in too short a time we are going to need to buy a car to cart kids around and so why not get something that we can enjoy for the 7 years that it’s just us.  So I made a deal with Colby and I began searching and praying and thinking hard and a miracle happened.  We found a 2005 almost perfect condition Mustang for a steal and were able to buy it!  It’s been crazy driving such a nice car and it’s so weird having people stare at our car for reasons other than it being a clunky ugly car!!  I’ve never bought a car,  the most expensive thing I’ve actually purchased. . . . is maybe an iPod or an iPhone, unless you want to count my rent in Utah for my apartment.    We are both so excited about it and I can’t help but smile every time I see it.  We were really blessed and I know it’s because I did my homework, looked hard and consulted all of my options and prayed about it.  Woo! We are proud Mustang owners! 

Sunday afternoon we went on a double date with one of Colby’s co-workers George and his darling girlfriend Brittni, to the Armstrong fair.  It was really my element and I felt so at home walking around in the chicken and goat pens and as nasty as it sounds,  I slightly enjoyed the nasty smell of the animals because it reminded me of driving past Poage’s farm and it made me happy. Funny I know.  I really enjoyed having the time away from the house and the stress and be able to be around another girl and make a friend.  We watched a Rodeo at the end of the fair and I was pumped because I remember always watching Rodeo’s on T.V at Papa and Ma’s house.  I couldn’t help but wish I could tell Papa all about it.  Because I know he would’ve been excited.    Then around midnight on our drive back to Kelowna we stopped at the Vernon Denny’s.  Aside from the fact that the service was horse “shite” and my food didn’t taste so swell anyway (I got grits at Denny’s and that also made me think of home and how I ate like, 3 year old Grits and Olyvia pointed it out and I couldn’t believe I didn’t catch that and I thought myself sick) anyway the next day I awoke to some serious food poisoning demons and I wanted to rip out my intestines completely. Thank God Colby is so caring. I would’ve died without his compassion.   But that day aside from me needing to walk around like I had a stick in my butt, we went shooting the rifles because hunting season is starting and everyone needed to site their guns.  That was a fun experience. 

SO anyway. Now that everyone is all caught up on my life. I’m going to cuddle with my fiance and talk about Pokemon and maybe tickle the pee out of him. Since that’s one of my favorite night time rituals [I love you Colby] 

I’m off. 

I love you all