Sunday, March 6, 2011

four walls and a roof.

going home is golden.
i slept in a bed that didn't squeak every time i breathed.
i visited my favorite grocery store called "my parents kitchen."
watched chopped, iron chef and talked to these lovebirds.
got a special email from my favorite brown missionary
with some of the most beautiful counsel ever.
i read through my old journals from junior high, high school and my sophomore year of college.
i told my dad i was over-dramatic back then and he just looked at me.
then he said something along the lines of,
"well things haven't changed much."
as i whined in protest i realized i was only helping his case.
 and most importantly spend a whole night with my favorite halfsies.
going home is just what the doctor ordered.

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