Home Sweet Freakin' Home

So, being a three day weekend and all, myself and a few of my roomies/chums decided to kick it somewhere. Sometimes you just have to get away. So we did. Plan A was a jaunt down to the Grand Canyon, but after checking our funds, it was much more economical to go back to my hometown of Boise, Idaho.

Now, for those of you snickering right now, lay off. So it isn't Vegas, LA, or the greater Milwalkee area. Big deal. It's home, and it's pimp. And plus, we weren't going to be entertained. The beauty of home is that you don't have to do anything. My parents are awesome and just spoiled us rotten all weekend. It rained, but we didn't care. We bummed around, and it was quite possibly the best weekend I've had in a while. We got into playing Settlers of Zarahemla (Mormon ripoff of Settlers of Catan), Risk, Boggle and Foozball, which created just the right mix of trash talking and strategy. We ate like kings at home and we even did a late night run to Merritt's 24 Hour Diner (Home of the Scone). Those of you from Boise/Eagle know the place, one of the most white trash yet loveable places for late night dining. We hiked a bit, went to the home ward, woke up late, we did it all while doing nothing at all.

I love going home. My parents and I have always been close, and it's fun to have my friends around and to do stuff with all of them and talk about dumb things. It's nice to be in a nice, comfortable place, to sleep in your own bed in your own room, to forget about homework and just take a vacation from the norm. As we drove home, the sun finally came out and we drove home in perfect weather, but I didn't care. I don't think I would have changed a minute.