Days Like These, You Wanna Make 'Em Last

I have no more exciting European stories to tell, no more escapades and gallivants around olden towns and British countrysides.  I have only the mere fact that it is now 2 o'clock in the morning and I cannot sleep--a rare occurrence for me.  I love sleep.  And it quite aggravates me that I cannot seem to slip into it now. So, I will blog. (Maybe I would get more blogging done if I found that sleep evaded me more often...)

I am home now.  Safe and sound in my childhood room which I recently decorated with pictures from this past year, to make it feel more lived in because the only person that has been in here for the past six months is our lovely cleaning lady and my cousin's girlfriend.  Whom I am sure is also lovely, I just did not get the opportunity to meet her. I'm enjoying being home again.  It's always great to return to family and my roots, but I miss BYU.  I wrote a post about a month ago about my wonderful life in Provo, UT...but my computer, being the astounding piece of modern technology that it is, deleted it.  And I lacked the discipline to rewrite it. I apologize to whomever may be reading this, and to myself, too (for I would have enjoyed it as a memory), for not writing it over again. I should have, because it very much encompassed my life in Provo, the warm sentiments that I came to feel towards it, and the friends and adventures I stumbled upon.  I did more, I saw more, I felt more, and I enjoyed every second of my Spring term.  Well, maybe minus the moments of dread when I realized I forgot an assignment that was due in an hour ('morning-of' assignments happened more often than I'd like to admit).  But it was all so worth it.  I learned a great deal in school, but also about myself. And I finally spread my wings far enough to know I can fly on my own--as trite as that may sound.  I actually did not want to leave Provo this time around, a sentiment I was quite unfamiliar with.  I found an unexpected home there. A place that I loved, and felt loved in, somewhere that I was content and happy--an occurrence I had given up expecting.  I believed I was doomed to be a homebody for the remainder of my college career.
It was no accident that my friend convinced me stay Spring term with her.  It was no accident that I ended up living where I did.  And it was no accident that I had the wonderful roommates I ended up with.  I don't believe in coincidences, but even if I did, this would be far too much to call a coincidence.  I needed this Spring term almost as much as my credits did. 
But now that I am home I am excited to have a job again--very excited.  My bank account has been dwindling much too fast for my liking.  And I am excited to catch up with old friends and family that it seems I haven't seen in ages.  Come August however, I have a feeling I will be more than ready to get back to Provo...(sorry Mummy).  But until then...

BRING ON THE SUMMER.