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The difference in friends

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I wanted to talk a little bit about friends.  This past weekend I had the chance to spend the weekend at a cabin that my rommmate's family owns.  Twelve of us drove down on Friday night, and after a two-hour detour (pretty much a circle :-)), we got to our destination 13 hours after we left Provo.  We spent Saturday and Sunday at the cabin, and then yesterday we drove back 11 hours to Provo.  It was completely and utterly worth it.

Since being in Utah, I can honestly say that I have missed DC.  I have missed school mostly. While I perhaps wasn't as liberal as most of my peers (which is saying something), I LOVED learning and figuring out how things work in the world.  I felt extremely comfortable in classes, and loved my professors.  That hasn't been the case here in Utah. However, that has been balanced out by the friends that I have made.  The 24 hours of driving that we did this weekend?  They went incredibly fast, because of the people we had with us.  I think that I will always remember driving through who-knows-where in northern Arizona at one thirty in the morning with another two hours to go, while cracking up hysterically at the antics of some of my friends or a comment they made.  The weekend was full of quotable comments, everything from funny interchanges between couples to two cents from my roommate Brighton's mom that was hilarious! 

I think perhaps the best feeling for me was that we were all loved.  Everybody has their eccentricities, whether it is being obnoxiously loud to being really, really scared of ghost stories, but it was accepted and you are loved for it.  Here's to friends!

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  1. John KennedyFebruary 21, 2013 at 6:04 PM

    Im glad you had fun cheese! It looks like a great group of friends!

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