For the last year, I have been more than ready to be on my own. You know, the "I'm sick of being at home and I want to make my own freakin rules" type of thinking. Well, here I am, in my corner of the apartment, living just thirty-five minutes from South Jordan and the house I love to call my true home. There's nothing wrong with Provo, UT, but I find myself feeling like I am just on a little vacation. Like there's no possible way that this is my new home. It's as if Room 202 is a stranger and I am stuck sitting next to it on the city bus. But it's ok because I know that after the next few stops I'll be getting off and won't have to see this stranger or feel the awkward, silent tension between us ever again. But nope. Haha! For the next year, this place, this apartment, this room, is my new home. Now, of course I know it's just going to take some getting use to and some unwanted adjustments, but right now, the silence is killing...
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