I'm home.
For the weekend, anyway.
I stepped out of the car in St. George, ready for Natalia's baptism, and I was hit with a blast of hot air.
Yep, I sure am home.
I miss my new home.
I miss my dorm.
I miss the cool air at night.
I miss the rain.
I'm lame, but I miss being away from "home". (: