the weekend has brought me comfort.

A weekend at home has ment that...

-I've wrapped a million presents for my mom. thanks to my roommate Tyler who taught me how to make legit bows. 

-I've watched half a season of Once upon a time. 

-I've "ate" real food. <---if you don't know why this is funny you might be from Idaho. 

-I had the opportunity to take my best friends preference pictures.

-I went alone to a farewell. one that was hard to go to. especially alone. but i made it. and i'm glad i went. 

now finals are calling my name.. yay?

home.

home is an odd place these days.
i no longer have a "room" to call my own. i now use my sisters room. which is a pain in my rear when i find myself walking to what was my room every time i need to grab something.
my family goes to bed at 10. what are they thinking??? the party doesn't even start until 10.. so i awkwardly sit here in the quiet empty house saying well now what? i have at least 4 hours to kill.
all my friends... in logan, doing high school activities, or in other various college towns. so who am i to hang out with? the dog? this my people is what happens to "home" when you move out on your own.