Home.

"Everyone goes home after their Freshman year."
That's what Ray said to Ash and I last night as we were jumping on the tramps.
And it got me thinking.
I didn't want to be one of those people.
AT ALL.
I wanted to move back to my grandparents and work in NY.
I fought coming home every step of the way.
I was miserable the first week.
BUT.
I know there's a reason I came home.
I needed to learn how to work.
I believe I needed to spend one more summer with my family.
And.
I needed to come home to my friends.
I've missed them A LOT.
And so far, this summer has been great.
And we still have so many more crazy things to accomplish.
So.
Therefore.
As much as I miss BYU:
The atmosphere,
The roommate,
The dorm life,
The friends,
The late night talks,
The besties,
The crazy road trips,
The J-Hall boys....
I'm glad I came home.
It's been great.
Luff you all.
Peace.
Blessings.

..chelle..