Today, one of my best friends bore his testimony in Church about friendships. He talked about the friends he was seeing for the first time in years, the ones he left when coming to Utah, and the new friends he's made here. He talked about how they are like family to him. I, being the cry baby I am, started bawling.

I love my family and I miss them when I'm gone.

But it is so nice to have a Provo family here. People I can rely on to be there for me, to listen to me when I'm upset, to help me whenever I need it, to laugh with me and cry with me, everything. I love where I live and I am so lucky that I decided to move in here. I'm so lucky that I took the classes that I did, that I've made the friends that I have, and that those friends have become my family.