Home.

Home is where the real Liv lives. The one who is down to earth, chills in her room by herself all day, loves to go on endless drives with friends and get lost, gets a Blush yogurt probs every day if she has the money for it, actually attends FHE, works out two times a day, and gets to watch the funnest kids in the entire world who make her feel like a kid again. Pleasanton is my home. Rexburg is a wonderful temporary home but I am forever a Pleasanton girl.

On the road trip home {{which took 13 hours!! We were able to shave off an hour...aka me driving 10-15 above the speed limit for a few hours ;) }}, Eric pointed out this car with this adorable old couple in it. They drove by us and the wife was laughing in the car at her husband. They eventually merge in front of us and we see her smack her husband across the head, both of them laughing. That's real love. To know that the love of your life can still make you laugh...I want that. I want a husband who can always make me laugh no matter how old we are. It was a precious moment that I got to witness.

Pleasanton is beautiful! I swear, every time I come home all I worry about is making it to my house. This time, it was different. I took the time to see everything that was around me. The trees. Oh, how I miss the trees! They are beautiful! I forgot how many trees there are in Pleasanton, especially down Stoneridge to my house. Here I am, blogging, listening to the laughter of little children across the street at the pool. My whole family sat on the couch for dinner tonight, eating chinese food, watching Toy Story 1. It was good. I got to drive with my little brothers to get some candy for Disneyland on Monday and to get the take out. It was fun being in the car with them. The laughter and insults have already begun :) This little girl is happy to be home.


♥ The Girl Who Has Already Eaten IN-N-OUT Since Leaving Rexburg