First off, let me just say that I am on a 3-game winning streak in Monopoly, and this time Andy just gave up after I had 90% of the property because I am a money grubbing whore.
Secondly, I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’m going to be doing in the next few months, either staying out here or moving back home for the summer, and most likely the next school year.  There are both negatives and positives about staying here or moving home.  For example, if I do move home, I won’t have a lot of friends there to hang out with.  Sure there is Peter, and also Trevon will be home this summer too, but Peter is getting married in May and Trevon is probably getting engaged this summer.  On the other hand, all of my immediate family is in Texas.  It’s been hard living out here while Maci is growing up, especially because Robert now has a Nintendo Wii that I could be playing.  In all seriousness, I absolutely love my family to death, Mom and Dad, Robert, Tiffany and Maci, Tim and Chels, all of them.  Even Targa the coyote/dog.  It has been extremely hard because I haven’t been able to participate in Family dinner on the weekends for the past 8 months.  Or watch the Cowboys with them.  Or yell at the TV when Ramel Bradley takes a 3 pointer five seconds into the shot clock with Tim and my Dad.  Thinking about these things really made me want to move home this summer.  After visiting home for my birthday I was almost 95% sure I’d move back when my lease is up in April.

Then I got to thinking, what if I move home and regret moving home like I did in December of 2004?  I could have lived with Andrew and Jesse, got a full time job at Best Buy, and essentially had just as much fun, if not more than when I was living at home.  I always get jealous when Andrew talks about living with him in Orem.  I mean, I was only 20 years old at the time, yes I missed my family, but they will always be there for me.  I was/am still young, I should be having fun and worrying about the next time I’m gonna get some snuggles from the next Utah County hottie, not worrying about missing out on family activities.
There are two major points as to why I think I got so homesick during these two occasions when I lived in Utah, I wasn’t living with my brother Tim anymore, and I didn’t get to go home for Christmas.  Not being near your immediate family during Christmas can make it one of the loneliest times of the year.  Even if you do live among 70,000 extended family members like I do out here in Utah.  I think that is what pushed me over the edge in wanting to move back home again and I finally realized it the other night while I was laying in bed staring at my ceiling.
Last weekend I went up to Heather and Jon’s with Andy.  Heather and I had a conversation (see also, intervention) about me moving back to Texas.  She could tell I was homesick so she basically laid it all out on the table, even though my roommate was there and it was kind of awkward.  She gave me the most gracious offer she could have, she said I could move in with them for the summer and figure out what I want to do.  Be it culinary school, a business degree, or something else. (Utah girls gone wild is still an option.) So I think I’m going to stay, I’m going to try and transfer within the company I am currently working at to a location closer to Heather and Jon.  Then when the next school year rolls around, I can either apply for residency at UVSC or end up going to Salt Lake Community College, good thing my job provides tuition reimbursement.
Plus, if I gave up AGAIN and moved back home, I’d end up being a big pussy.