It's weird coming home after basically 2 years because nothing stays the same.
 I have 2 siblings on student council and another whose voice is dropping at a scary pace.  My dad has a new job, my mom's a beautiful & fit brunette, and my college-sophore sister is funner to be around than ever.

This week I have attended Eric's flag football game, Adam's homecoming football game, and a D-Backs game where I remembered that siblings always fight over ice cream, no matter the age.
I helped my mom put together the pre-homecoming luau dinner.  I run all her errands with her, and call her even more often than when I was in Hawaii.


I nannied for Dallin's family with his fun sisters and sweet animals, and I got hired to work full-time with LulaRoe.    
I have stayed up late every night because I can, and I have gone running in the morning.


I downloaded Instagram, deleted it cause it stressed me out, then I redownloaded it.
I have spent 2 hours at a time on the phone with the boy.

I picked up a pencil and started working on my novel again. I started driving again.  I met my brother's gorgeous girlfriend.  I have played shark-tag with cute kids and eaten so many milkshakes and listened to the same 20 pre-mission-favorite songs over and over and over again.  I went to the movie theaters twice in one day with my mom before coming home and watching the series finale of the show I'd been missing and cried my eyes out.   I caught up with my old-timers.

It's hard, adjusting.  But it's oh so good.