Home

"You know that feeling where everything feels right? Where you don't have to worry about tomorrow or yesterday, where you feel safe and know you're doing the best you can? There's a word for that: It's called love. L-O-V-E, love."

-Akeelah and the Bee

There's another word for that feeling, I think. I think that other word is called home. In a lot of ways they're synonyms, but I suppose love is more universal. However, I moved back home today and so I'm feeling all of the feelings mentioned before. Perhaps I'm feeling those because a home involves love. And love and family mean safety to me.

This past year has been an exciting one. I've learned so much more about myself and it's been challenging and difficult and wonderful. I've learned more about what I am capable of and what I need help from Heavenly Father with. I've learned how to pray and how to express myself. It's been beautiful and I wouldn't change these last nine months for anything.

That said, I'm so glad to be home. I think I could use a break from learning on my own for a little while. Learning is great and I'm so glad I have the opportunity to go to school and learn full-time, but that kind of learning can be exhausting. Here at home, for the next few months, I'll get to learn in other ways. I'm going to sew dresses and work in a call center and interact with people. I'm excited for the adventures I'm determined to have over the summer. It will be wonderful and safe and lovely because I am home. I am safe and things are right. I won't have a lot of the worries I've carried with me while living on my own. And that is a beautiful thing. Home is a good place to be.