Limbo

College is a weird time of life. I constantly feel "between" places. I'm between homes--Provo and Grand Junction. I'm definitely between two singles wards and my home ward. I'm between jobs, between payments, between midterms, between semesters. My life is just punctuated here and there with significant instances and the rest of the time I'm just "between". I don't really mind. Being between two homes is better than being homeless. And "between" comes with a certain amount of freedom and a lot of choices, two thing which I obviously love. It's kind of nice not to be tied down to anything.

It's also nice to be home though. I'm consistently enthralled by the size of the television every time I see it, and I love all the time there is to enjoy showers. I love the smell of my room--smells empty--and I love my bed. I am in love with many things. Not that I condone that practice with people.