home.

Cars are a haven. My beautiful bronco hold some of my most beloved memories. Thousands of twisty cone runs, driving to my besties houses a million times, and a lot of tears. I cry in my car. Tonight was no exception.

I was faced with two choices tonight, go with my new friend to the institute dance or go with my roommates to a party. I chose to go with my new friend. My mother called me and I realized that I was extremely home sick. I desperately wanted to go home this weekend. Its homecoming tomorrow and my baby sister is going and I’m not there to see her off and tell her date what’s what. Everything came flooding out. All my stress, fears, anxieties, insecurities, came out my tear ducts. I went to the dance, wearing one of my new friends’ shirts. I put myself out there. The dance was like a really bad stake dance, which was fine. I laughed. I got bored. And didn’t want to go caving. So I ended up back at my little condo. Locked out. Again. I sat on the locked out rock and knew it was coming. I walked back to my temporary car and cried.

I talked to Jami. She’s amazing. I love her. She’s one person who lets me vent and tells me how sorry she is. She cried with me.

“Everything changed. It wasn’t supposed to change. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” I wept into the phone. She wept too and told me that it would be okay. It was then that I called someone that I didn’t expect to call. I wept into the phone and he just kept telling me that things are going to be okay. That I’m crazy, but things are going to be okay. After we hung up I realized one of the reasons things are so rough. I haven’t been reading my scriptures. I haven’t been saying my morning prayers. I have been too busy for my very best friends, our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. I need them. I can’t ever forget that. I’m going to be better.

Homesickness is rough.  

Tell me something happy?