I am going to make this place your home.

Okay- time to get a little more personal on this blog and share with you some of my thoughts as of late. 

I get to go home and see my family in exactly 11 days. I am filled with excitement.

You see, I moved to Florida about 4 months ago. Before I moved, I lived in Utah my entire life. 

The longest I had been without seeing my parents was three weeks. Yes, THREE WEEKS!

And that was when I went to Hawaii, so I was basically just enjoying paradise the entire time. 

To say this move has been hard for me would be the understatement of the century. 

The first couple weeks here involved lots of tears- I felt like I couldn't call my parents because 

I would cry every time we talked on the phone. -- but I would call anyway. 

I am so grateful for my family's support.

After the first couple weeks, I convinced myself I had to put on a happy face. 

We are in Florida for the next five years and there really isn't anything I can do about it. 

In order to help my sweet husband enjoy his education here, I needed to enjoy it too. 

With time, it has gotten better. Don't get me wrong, there are definitely break downs that happen often. 

But I try to make myself busy to make the time go by faster. 

It is hard. Really hard. 

I miss everything about Utah. I miss my family like crazy. 

I miss my mountains. I even miss the cold weather (don't quote me on this).

 I miss having lunch with my mom multiple times a week. 

I miss going to my Dad's favorite pizza joint with him on Saturday's.

 I miss our weekly Sunday dinners with family. I miss being so close to so many different temples. 

I miss Cafe Rio. I miss running into people at the grocery store that I haven't seen forever but avoiding 

them because I don't feel like talking to anyone-- admit it, you do it too.

 I miss my girlfriends. I miss having four seasons in the year. I miss being surrounded by mormons. 

I miss being surrounded by so many people that love me. 

I miss everything. 

I hope you are currently playing the song above (if not, go click play)

 It is called "Home" by Phillip Phillips. 

I have no idea what the actual lyrics of the song mean or why he wrote it. 

BUT. This song has gotten me through my thoughts this past 4 months. 

I truly feel like it is meant for me. I feel God's divine love for me through this song. 

I know He has guided Dave and me to this point in our lives

and I know without a doubt that Florida is where we are supposed to be. 

I know with Him, I will never be alone.

 I know if this is where we are meant to be then He will make this place our Home. 

Every time I hear this song, it brings a smile to my face. 

And I suddenly realize, yet again, that everything will be okay.