There's no place like home

Wednesday was a long day, my emotions fluctuated between sadness and complete excitement. It all started at 5 a.m. when I woke up. David was nice enough to drive me to the airport so I didn't have to cart all my luggage on the bus and the metro. I started tearing up as I said goodbye and approached the counter to check my bags and get my tickets. It had all ended so suddenly. My internship/D.C. summer had come to a close and I would never get it back.

After two different flights totalling about 4 1/2 hours with a pit stop in Denver, I finally made it to Salt Lake City. Hello mountains! As I was standing at the baggage claim, I spotted a shock of red hair and it took a second to register that it was my sister. She and Colter ran up and gave me a big hug. I was so excited to see them!

After that, we had another 4-hour drive back to Rexburg. I was chatty for most of the way, telling stories about experiences I had and people whom I had met. It was so good to finally arrive; to see the temple, and all the other familiar places that I love. I forgot how beautiful Idaho is. Needless to say, I was completely exhausted by the time I went to bed at 12:30 a.m. (21 1/2 hours straight!)

What I love about being home:

I can play my piano, a real piano, anytime I want

I have a car (although I haven't driven it yet)

Idaho water - it's so much better

Late night talks with my mom

I can wear a jacket, because it's not hot and humid

Since I didn't take very many clothes with me to D.C., my wardrobe has tripled in size

And best of all . . . I get to be with family and friends whom I have not seen in a long time