home; place where something began and flourished

my family made a clear out today.
my grandma, and aunt krista flew back to idaho.
my aunt tara flew back to utah.
my dad left at 3:30 and is driving back to his home town, sundance, wyoming for a funeral..
and i was suppose to fly home today, getting into salt lake around 8:30AM.
but i'm sitting on the futon in my mom's craft room staring at my empty suitcase that threw up clothes all over the floor.
stephanie and kritt are taking the honda (my baby) back with them to lehi, so i get to get back together with the love of my life for the day, that old 1996 two toned honda civic.
surprisingly, i'm excited for the drive. what i'm not excted for is to leave home.
i woke up this morning and wanted to cry.
there really is no place like home.
i'm going to miss my famliy, and this big warm house.
i'm going to miss my mom. the best chef in the world, and the most thoughtful lady i know.
and my dad, the iron man. i wont miss his stinky sweaty hugs after he comes back from running his morning marathon, but his witty (sometimes, dirty) sense of humor, and that he always has faith in every idea i proposed.
and taylor. my sweet little sister. i'll miss hearing her rock out and letting me know that "the band" broke up.

so, washington... until next time. provo, ready or not here i come.