I feel like every time I’m home in Vegas I end up wanting to
write way more than usual. Because being home is happy and when I’m happy and
everything makes sense I write.. which makes me happy .. which makes me want to
write more. It’s an endless cycle that I’m totally OK with. On a side note... I accidentally call Rexburg "home" too often and as my mom reminded me "home is where my mom is.." (just clarifying). Anywho...this weekend me
and Amber (my main lady) flew down to Vegas for Jack’s mission farewell on
Sunday. We are going to drive my car (MY car.. flip yes! I am so excited I get
to steal my car back from Jack) home on Monday and stop in Salt Lake for a
while. Amb’s never flown on an airplane or been to a casino or Vegas or to Salt
Lake so we’re gonna do lots of firsts this weekend (including using a slot
machine because embarrassingly enough I grew
up in Las Vegas and have yet to put a quarter in a slot machine either).
It’s funny the things you miss from your home.. I so miss
getting on my knees with everyone who happens to be in our house at the time to
pray. It’s something I never though too much about but lately I crave kneeling
with other people to pray. My roomies all had an apartment prayer last Sunday and
it was the most relieving thing. Tonight I got to bless our food with our whole
family and it was the best thing ever and I couldn’t even bless my mom’s bomb Chow
Mein to “strengthen and nourish our bodies” before I was tearing up and
whatnot.
Another (less essential to my salvation) thing that I miss
when I’m not home is that it’s hot all the time.. and dry.. and when you swim
it feels beautiful. And I can play king of the hill, on the steps of the pool- for
hours with my brothers & Amber and still not be cold. There’s something
about siblings that gives you an innate right to knock them off their feet and
dunk them under the water and throw them around and still expect them to love
you. And I love that. Adding to that list of things I love about Vegas is “jump
hugs” as my 11 year old Lulu calls them. I got this precious running flying
lulu one as I walked over to our car in the airport parking-lot which was
perfect and a classic one (expertly executed by myself of course) as soon as I saw
my dad. I have to take credit for the improvements she’s made in the “jump hug”
department over the last few months though.. I’m convinced that it’s my
flawless execution that she used to watch daily that has spurred the progress.
Another super awesome thing is that my Carly Dianne Campbell
got home from Ukraine two days ago and I got to run over to her house and wake
her poor little jet lagged-self up from a nap! I am so proud of her for going and
doing something so good, that experience of a completely different culture is
one that will change the way she think about a lot of different things. We are
so so blessed and also so sheltered in America.. I cannot imagine dealing with
the political situation that’s in Ukraine right now. The concept of having
tanks drive past your home and people being killed just miles away from you is
not one I can even pretend to understand. I wanna be like her when I grow up!
I also got to see an awesome/super depressing but precious
movie with some of my favorite people last night. I love when I come home and
see my Quinny who knows just how to make me feel like she’s missed me! And the
adorable Rachel Jenkins! And I am so excited that my Mckenna (who has been one
of my favorite people since the fourth grade) is gonna come live in The Burg
with me next semester. AND with Jack who is obviously the coolest person ever
since we’ve shared a life since the womb.. prob before in the premortal too. I
know he secretly thought that movie (The fault in our stars) was precious, and
loved going to a movie with all his girlfriends … even though he pretends it
worried him when he overheard the gay guy in front of us tell all his friends
that this movie was made for “girls and their gay friends”. He needs to stock
up on his time with the ladies anyways considering he’s gonna be a hands off commodity
within the next 96 hours.
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