Hello from Florida!

I left Provo yesterday at 12:30pm. It was cold. Very cold. I was wearing my awesome new radiant blue coat from Old Navy. I exchanged planes in Dallas and landed in Miami at 8:50pm. I walked out of the airport in that coat sweating. After a four hour drive I am at my dad and Peggy's house in Bradenton, Florida. It is currently 72.5 degrees. Earlier today I sweatily lounged in a hot tub while reading Eat, Pray, Love. Right now it is 19 degrees in Provo. If I were there I'd be waiting for a much-hoped for (by me, at least) blizzard while cuddling up with a fuzzy pink blanket, sipping hot cocoa and reading. Or chatting with MegN. But either way there would be truffles in my mouth.

This is my problem: I'm going on a cruise tomorrow, and I know that I'm supposed to be really excited and that I'm supposed to have the time of my life, but right now I'm kind of wishing that I was back in Provo having a snowball fight with my friends. I always have this problem. I much prefer being in Provo to being somewhere else. This worries me. How am I supposed to be a world traveler? How am I supposed to move on one day and go to med school? I wonder if it's less Provo and more the people. After all, we all know that my friends in Provo have become the best family that I have ever had.

I think that if Marie, Skyler, Boyd, Hayley, Rochelle, MegN, Ariel, MegP, Annette or Blake were going on this cruise with me, it would be a lot more looked forward to.

Can I come home yet?