I can feel those cold winds blowing into my sails again. Sails pointed southeast…pointing home. Home is where the heart is. It is where I long to be, home. There is so much here at BYU though that I do not want to leave. As I’ve been packing these past days I’ve noticed just how many people there were that I never met. I’ve been striking up random conversations with some of them and they seemed like nice people. My one regret is not getting to know as many of them as I could have. So many people, so many lost opportunities, missed chances, etc. Well I guess you could say my other regret is having to do actual schoolwork. That part really suxored real bad. If it weren’t for the school part I would consider actually living here with all the same people and doing this past year all over again. I’m not trying to say that I like it here better then at home, but I think I’m just having trouble leaving it. I spent yesterday taking pictures and I felt like Steve-N, just taking pictures left and right.

Last night was the last night for fun to be had. So naturally we called a boys night out. We ended up going to Denny’s with the intention of trying to drink as much hot chocolate as we possibly could, with all the free refills and stuff. Unfortunately our escapade was cut short after we realized how retarded it was since the waitress only got us 3 refills after about 2 hours of sitting there. After this we did a little driving around and of course at any red light we encountered we would do a Chinese fire drill. Wow it’s been so long since I’ve driven a car (well technically it was a van) but it’s just like riding a bike. We then went on to such antics as pushing shopping carts with the van, hanging shopping carts from street lights, stringing all of the girls dorms together, and then finally having a huge crash as we all went to bed at around 7:00 am. You think that sounded fun?! Just wait the best part is yet to come. My absolute favorite thing in the world to do awaited me still. I don’t know how I was able to contain my excitement it is that amazing, Of course I refer to packing. Yes packing everything that I had in that room and putting it all into one single suitcase…and a duffle bag and backpack. The point being, it sucked. I also think I tore some new holes in my esophagus trying to clean the bath tub. A word to the wise, when spraying cleaners don’t stand directly over it and inhale deeply. Then it happened. I moved. I said goodbye to a total of about half of the people that I wanted to. Then I left. Left the presence of BYU for a long time. No more would I be in that wretched place. Yes, I’m coming back home.

Which brings me to another point. I was talking to a few people that shall not be named, but I will refer to as Steve-N and Andrew the other day. It appears that Steve-N has offered is place of residence asa place for me to crash at while I am back in Alabama. I simply thought, well I have my own house and will just live there. Then Andrew said that he would have me stay at his house, if Steve-N hadn’t already called every single day I will be back for. And again I thought, “Ha ha, I have a house anda place to stay already. It’ not like my parents moved away while I was gone.” And then it hit me, like a hammer to fall. Do I really have a home back in Alabama? I mean I don’t have a room, I don’t have any stuff, I don’t have anything of material value there really. I guess you could say I really am moved out of my parents house. Although they would have me back, and set up one extremely comfortable couch(sarcasm) for me if I wanted. I’m not sure what to do. But I began to delve deeper into my mind and probe my thoughts(yeah that sounds like I’m really cool, huh? Heh heh….delve…) and I realized something. Home is not a residence, it is not a mansion, an apartment, a shack, or a house. Home is the people and the stupid sentimental things that are there as well. And that is exactly what I want to do. I want to come home.

“I’m breaking off,
But this is my home.”

-Matthew Pryor.

P.S. To everyone that is currently reading this before 9:59-ish Central time, I am on my way home.