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.

mmhmmm.