Well, I returned from Utah earlier today.                   It was fun.
I hung out with mostly everyone I wanted to.
Me and Mike hung out quite a bit. I love my best friend :) Me and Matt had some amazing times. I had great moments with the girls, and I actually willingly went to school, and I think I learned from it....or something like that. The best part of the whole thing was that it felt like I never left. I was so worried about things being different, or weird. But they only were for about two seconds. Then it was a jolly old time. I was totes happy, and those awful butterflies in tummy went away.
I guess home is just always home. You can be 900 miles away from everything and everyone that meant anything to you.. But the once modest city of Springville will always be my home filled with my best friends and family. It's filled with those cute crazy things called memories.

All the nights in Provo huddled close in the cold, or walking through wheat fields in the heat of summer. Laying in a dim lit room playing guitar with the guys, or sitting at a playground on a freezing cold night pouring my heart out to a friend. Sitting around and eating Spaghetti and Chips while watching How I met Your Mother :)

To say the least, I loved the trip. Every tiny moment.