Several times a day I find myself thinking, "I want to go home. I want to go home." [One day it was so strong that I thought, "Why do I even leave my house?"] I no longer remember when this started. Maybe two summers ago when I was hiking with Will and Kyle at 3 in the morning and our flashlight died. Maybe on my mission.
Regardless, at some point I realized this incessant thought wasn't necessarily referring to my home. Before Boston it just needed to be a place with a bed and the internet. Post Boston it largely meant Utah. Now I am unsure what it means, and this troubles me.
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