To a grandma and grandpa
A college student
And well, you know all about my stuff...
But the point I'm getting at, is that in the span of about 6 or 7 years, a whole lot of things have changed. We've all lived some life and had some adventures. My little sister is about to experience living on her own for the first time. My sister and her new husband are learning all about the ups and downs of parenthood. My parents are trying to figure out what the heck to do with an empty nest...
And me? Well I'm just trying to find the place that I fit best in this world. I'm working on shaping my character and rounding myself out (not physically...ha. ha.) I want to "home" to be wherever I'm at. Right now, home is my barracks room at Fort Knox. While it isn't the coziest and I'm not always super happy to sit in there and run up my phone bill, that's home. I live there and it's mine.
I'll always have Salt Lake to go back to. It will always be a place that I can say I grew up in. But it's also a place that I've grown out of. It's different and so am I. Life continues to push forward there when I'm not around. So I need to make a home wherever I rest my head at.
When I'm gone, I miss my family. I miss the, while extremely annoying, familiar hum of the freeway while I fall asleep in my bed. I miss my mom singing "There she is! Miss America!" when she fist sees me that morning. I miss fighting over the last piece of nearly burnt-to-a-crisp bacon. I'll miss random, late night trips to Walmart with my big sister...And I'll always miss those things. It will never go away, but things can't always stay the same.