Whoever said you can never go back, was wrong. There are some places that change so slowly, you can go back. The sacrament bread still tastes the same. Sister M's honey whole wheat recipe. The old people are still old (ok, so they were probably not that old when I was a kid, they just had their children young, so seemed old to me).
I love being home. I'm starting to figure out how to be an adult child. I'm loving helping my mom out for completely unselfish reasons. I love that she lets me help her figure out how to remodel her kitchen. Since I don't have a house of my own, she lets me live vicariously through hers. I also love that Jesse works his tail off to improve the garage. And now he has grand plans to paint all the kitchen cupboards in the next two days. I love an ambitious man.
So in a few days we're off to the unknown. No cousins. No siblings. No moms. I'm sad already. I can't wait for the day when we're offered a job close to family.