Home

A word with so many meanings... a wise person once said "home isn't where your house is, its where the people you love are." Maybe that's why I'm feeling so conflicted right now. Home is here.

• the house I grew up in
• FAMILY
• the quilt made for me by the young women in my ward when I moved away
• the farm
• my favorite stuffed animals from when I was little
• my mom's homemade dinners
• the delicious drive-in down the street
• the best friends a girl could ask for
• familiar faces and places where memories are made
• finding old bucket lists and notes passed in high school
• realizing your dreams didn't come true, or at least not yet, but realizing that its ok
• rolling hills, green grass, lightning bugs 

Home is also there. Utah.

• endless hugs and get well wishes
• familiar faces and places where memories are made
• birthday buddies
• roommates and friend I can count on no matter what 
• blessings and service from people who have just met me and love me unconditionally
• a second family
• someone who holds my hand & dries my tears
• late night giggle sessions with roommates about hair, reflexes and need I say?? boys
• mountains, cuddles with warm blankets and good books, good news from friends abroad
• attempts at mom's homemade goodies
• endless lessons, all learned in miraculous ways
• a chance to grow beyond the capacities of my own imagination 

I guess what I'm trying to say is home is simple. Home is love, no matter the location. Love is... home.