Getting mail here is like CHRISTMAS.
Really, nothing excites me more. And sending mail is almost better. I love mail. (I'm honestly not hinting that you should send me something in the mail...) Today I trudged through the snow (okay, okay, it's only like six inches, but it's coming down pretty hard!), to have my weekend waffles with strawberries and blueberries on top. I checked my mail, and found a package! It was from my beautiful, extremely talented, and exceptionally adorable friend, SAM (yes, we share the same glorious name). I practically ran back to my dorm with a huge smile upon my face (through the now 10 inches of snow), and found none other then Philly-native Tasty Kakes inside the package. Seeing as I haven't had them in years (not really), I got really, really excited.
Getting packages from friends and family at home makes me realize what I have in my life. I'm blessed, and it's taken me moving across the country to realize it. Not to be cliche, but you really don't know what you have got until it's gone. Simply enough, those Tasty Kakes evoked tons of emotion in me. I have good friends, who love me no matter how far away I live. I have family, who has to love me no matter how far away I live. I remember in the beginning of my first semester arguing with Sam over my concept of home. She got upset when I called Utah my home. I was convinced Utah was my home. Well, in the literally definition of home, Utah is where I live now, and technically my home. But in the true meaning of home, it is a place where there are countless comforts and explosions of love, even if it's indirect love. No matter what I have said in the past, and no matter the places I go onto and live from here, Pennsylvania will always be my first home, and the friends and family I have there will never be replaced or forgotten.
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