Hello blog world. My name is Gabriella LaRue, formerly known as Gabriella Garza, but you can call me Gabby. I am a 26 year-old living the big city life in Waco, Texas. Yes, that was sarcasm, Waco is far from being a big city and far from providing the “big city life,” but I love it. I decided to give blogging a try mainly because I thought it would be nice to have a place to put my thoughts down on “paper.” I’ve always loved writing, but could never manage to keep a journal or a diary, and only blogging seemed like a fun venture.
A bit of an introduction to me and how the heck I ended up in good ol’ Waco, Texas. I was born and raised in a small city on the border of Mexico, also known as the tip of Texas, named Brownsville. I actually have only lived in three cities total, Brownsville taking claim to the majority of my years. I had a pretty normal middle-class childhood with many blessings, and never wanted for anything. I was lucky enough to have a very large family filled with dozens of cousins which reduced the feeling of loneliness an only-child can so often experience. I am so grateful for my upbringing because I truly believe it has shaped me into the independent and motivated woman I am today. My parents really are two of my best friends, and the older I get the more I realize how much we have in common.
At 18 I moved to Waco to attend Baylor University. Funny enough, Baylor would be the reason why I began experiencing very new and very real things. To start off with, in my 18 years of life, I had never been on a plane. That all changed the summer of 2009 when I hopped on a plane at 5:30 am to Dallas for my connection to Waco to attend Baylor Line Camp, which is Baylor’s freshmen camp where students learn all they need to know about traditions, and history and of course how to do a perfect Sic ‘Em. Now it isn’t a secret, and anyone who knows me would tell you I am a die-hard Baylor fan, that I bleed green and gold, and that I would do anything for the university I love so much. The reason behind this, is because even though at the time I didn’t know it, Baylor exposed me to the very best and the very worst our world could offer. Now I know what you may be thinking, “So you’re saying a small Christian school in the middle of Texas showed you what the world could offer you without actually seeing the world?” Well in fact, yes. At Baylor I found a closer relationship with God and with my Catholic faith, I found amazing friendships, I found love, loss, heartbreak, jealousy, and every emotion in between. Those 3.5 years (I graduated early, what can I say, I’m an over achiever.) taught me a lot and helped me grow so much. I believe in everything the University sets out to do, to “educate men and women for worldwide leadership and service by integrating academic excellence and Christian commitment within a caring community.” And boy, did I feel that caring community.
After graduation, I had the opportunity to move to San Antonio, Texas, the home of the San Antonio Spurs, (Go Spurs Go!) and a city I grew up loving. You see San Antonio was only four hours north of my hometown making it the perfect vacation getaway for my family. I went to more Spurs games that I could count, and knew growing up it was where I wanted to be. Unfortunately my perfect university, Baylor, was located 3 hours north of San Antonio, so for the time being SA had to be ignored and Waco would be my home. I was so excited that I was finally moving to San Antonio to live the big city life. Now you know what they say, you usually like the idea of living in a big city more than actually living in it, and thus when the opportunity to move back to my dear Waco to work for my dream school Baylor, I ran head first.
I am currently working at Baylor and love every minute of it. I’ve been back in Waco for almost two-years, and frankly, find it hard to move anywhere else. I am happy and content, and could see myself raising my family here.
Speaking of raising a family, I am a NEWLYWED! That’s right, I’m very excited about it. Obviously the blog gives it away, and I will be writing mostly about the adventures I have with my husband Jack, and our love-story will be kept for another post.
And now I feel like it would be a great time to wrap this first blog post up. I’m not too sure how often I’ll be writing a post, probably at least once a week. I hope that you’ll join me along this blogging journey, and don’t find me too dull.
Until next time…