i'm coming home, again (again)

perfect night. perfect day. perfect weekend.

i could not have asked for a better way to spend this weekend: family. friends. surf. dirtbike. dance. spa. family. friends. surf.

i've literally spent every possible hour doing something extravagant. i love being home.

thanks are in order:
mom, dad, shane, shelby. i missed you. i love you. it was fun.
kailee. thanks for the best day, ever.
brooklyn. i can't wait till you come to provo. hurry up.

yet, when i think ahead to when i can finally rest, to when i can finally take a break, to when i can be at peace, i don't think of my room here in Orange County. i think of BYU. i think of that small dorm room. i think of provo.

why? i ask myself every second of every minute.

is provo really where i call home now? or is this just a glitch, some turbulence in my brain waves.

i don't know. either way, i look forward to the moment i get to sleep in my bed.

i'm tired.