So for those of you who have no idea where I am. I have successfully made it back to Utah. I still don't have a place to live, but hopefully will move in this week.
I made the 15 hour drive with no problems. I did it ALL by myself. It was the first time I had been alone for that long since, before my mission. It gave me a lot of time to think and sing. My voice was almost gone at one point, because I kept turning the music up louder to cover my horrible singing voice.
The whole way down, I kept thinking "Why am I going back to Utah?!" The answer? I have no idea. I realized that I'm actually starting my life, and it scares the crap out of me. I'm a big girl now, not only in size. When did this get to be OK?!
I'm once again working at the hospital. Because it's been almost 2 years, I have to go through all of the training all over again. I pretty much want to kill myself. So, you should all be looking forward for stories to come. One of the new security guards looks like Leonardo DiCaprio (circa 1997) in a good way, so I'm pretty excited.
I have started tanning again, because my dad told me I was pretty in high school, which is when I used to tan. I lay in the tanning bed and the whole time think "I'm giving myself cancer, I'm giving myself cancer. I'm cooking myself alive!" It makes for a pretty miserable 15 minutes, when I think of all the statistics. For example, every time you go tanning you increase your chance of getting cancer by 75%. I went and bought sunscreen, so hopefully I won't feel so bad when I go.
My grandma and her friends are trying to set me up with anyone who served a mission and has a pulse. I really need to find my own place.
I FINALLY watched "Penelope", and it is probably one of my favorite movies! If only I could find someone that would love me despite my pig-nose (flabby stomach, anxiety, and/or love of celebrity culture).