Take me Home

"The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home." ~Confucius

At the ripe young age of 18.5 years old I moved away from home...47 miles away to Happy Valley. For the past 9 months Provo has been my home and I did enjoy my independence immensely. I loved the fact that I was solely responsible for my actions; good or bad. I had  no curfew, could eat what I wanted, an do as I pleased. That being said, I am pleased to announce that I DID NOT gain an ounce of the notorious freshman fifteen; a fact that I am super pleased and excited about. Although I absolutely LOVED every second of living away from my parents home I have decided to move back to Salt Lake and continue my education at the University of Utah (I look so much better in red). Many people have told me how hard it will be moving back home after finding my independence. In some ways I agree but in other ways I could not disagree more. Why?

Because I am broke. BYU honestly soaked my wallet for all it's worth and I returned home with $15.37 to my name. My wonderful mother is willing to buy groceries and cook healthy meals for me, which saves me a plethora of money! My mother and I decided in order to maintain some independence I will remain doing my own laundry but I am allowed to use the family washing machines and detergent. My parents have also allowed me access to their cars and I now have the mobility to get my dream job.

Moving home is not going to be as difficult as everyone declares. I am sure I will, at times, be frustrated with my parents and there will be tempers but that is part of life; learning to control those emotions and solve problems maturely. Slowly, as I earn back money I will buy my own groceries and become more independent but at this time, I am perfectly fine mooching off my parents. Pierre and Sarah are the best!

love always,
    Christine