After two days of snowboarding lessons, I have came out alive. With a few extra bumps and bruises that were not present previous to the class. But I have also gained the ability to make it down a run without falling. Amazing.

Summing up all that has happened in the last week, I am back at Bethel and classes have started up once again. Its werid being back, although it is nice to know that at the end of the year I will have 4 more credits than my friends who go back later this month. It has been surreal. Odd non the less. I knew I missed Utah since I came, but it really hit when I left it once again. Sitting on the plane watching my mountains, real mountains fade into the distance as the plane lifted away from the tarmac and towards the heavens. The break was amazing, way short as well. Catching up with friends from high school, sipping coffee and laughing as though a day never past since I left. I miss it. I miss it all. Friends. Mountains. Home. A thought that has plagued my mind since Thanksgiving is that of moving back for the fall semester, going back to the place I once couldn't wait to leave. It seems as soon as you flee, you realize how much it means to you....