After driving 999.0 miles (to the dot), I'm so happy to be home. I never ever want to drive from Idaho to California (or California to Idaho) by myself again. It was hot and boring. And lonely. I was, however, allowed to have as many windows down as made me comfortable and the music was allowed to be as loud as I wanted it. That also means I was allowed to sing as loudly and obnoxiously as I wanted to (and, believe me, I did sing very loudly and very obnoxiously). It kept me awake and alert. I was so excited to get to California. I even screamed in the car once I reached about Woodland Hills. It finally dawned on me that I was going home.
About an hour after getting home, I set out on another drive out to Simi Valley to visit Sam. Because I'm pathetic. Also, everyone else is out of town (including my mother and my sister, whom I really want to see). We watched the Angels vs. Redsox game with his family and looked at pictures and papers from his elementary school days. It was really nice, actually. I didn't have anything to worry about. Nothing to do. No tests or homework orproject to worry about completing. It's a glorious feeling to be thinking, "What's due on Monday? Where do I have to be on Monday? WHAT IS HAPPENING ON MONDAY THAT I'M FORGETTING ABOUT?" Then you realize that there really is nothing. Freedom.
Have I ever mentioned that I love California? I do.
I also love my cat, who doesn't seem to care that I'm home. How depressing.
One more thing. I realized today when I went to church to find out that a girl from my laurel class is pregnant that I really am growing up. My roommate from last fall got married on the 5th. The girl who is now prego got married in March. My high school friend Jeanine got married in June. I have two friends getting married in August. These are all girls who graduated in either 2006 or 2007. I feel so young! I feel too young to have so many friends getting married, and now pregnant! The women in my ward all cracked a joke about when I'm getting married. Or that I need to step it up. I'm nineteen. Why so much pressure? Although I am growing up, I'm still just a kid. Give me some time, people! I can hardly find ONE date per semester, let alone an RM to date and get engaged to. Sheesh.