i can't wait for monsoon season.

On my way to work this morning I heard the song by Chris Daughtry, I'm Comin Home. These lyrics got me thinking:

"I'm going home, back to the place where I belong"

Home. Yes, "it's where the heart is", but what if your heart is torn in many different directions? Huh? then where is it?

For example, I consider all these places my home.


Zhenjiang, China

Lajolla, CA

Rochester, NY

Cusco, Peru

Logan, UT

Tempe, AZ

Once I thought of all these places I then decided that home is....

"what makes you who you are today"

thank you home.
I appreciate it.

I feel like sidewalk chalk right now. Then a monsoon to come wash it all away. Sounds like a perfect summer evening.

I used to think that when I missed something I should feel bad because the people that I'm with or around might feel like they aren't good enough. Now I've realized it's ok. When I'm with certain things or people, I miss other things or people. So all in all, I usually end up missing all things at one point in life.

So today I am missing:


talia. we spent 3 months together and now i don't see her beautiful face.

The city of Cusco. It's gorgeous.

Shauna. She is amazing and doing SO great on her mission.

La Jolla. this is the hotel we stay at. makes me SO happy.

ALL these girls. We have had AMAZING times.

once I said "If trees could talk, I'd talk to this one first." I just think it has a story and I love driving by it in Logan.

The people of Peru, humble, short, always wanting to talk, helpful, and so much more.

Ryleigh and Brooke, Ry is in Thailand all summer and Brooke I haven't seen in a year and wont until September. I can almost hear their laughs in this photo.

So, those are my misses for the day. However, even though I miss these things and people lots, I am SO glad to be home with family and friends, doing new things, meeting new people, eating mom's cooking and watching TV with mom at night.

this weekend much laughter took place because of this man...

thanks Dad, I can feel the 6-pack forming.