"Home is wherever I'm with you."
-Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Going to Brigham Young University-Idaho is such a great experience, despite the cold and dry climate. Even though I'm only entering my third semester this fall, I've already seen 3 of my friends get married/engaged. There's people all over the place tying the knot and somewhere in the middle of it I'm supposed to find that 'special someone' too. Can you say nerve racking? If you said 'no,' you're obviously already married or are in a committed relationship. So because of all of this, I think about marriage more than your average young Joe.
I confess, I'm actually really nervous about it. Being with someone for eternity is an awfully nice idea, but making it happen is a whole other ball game. I'm worried that I'll choose the wrong person. But, because I have been thinking about it a lot, I've come to the conclusion that the person you should marry is the person you can talk and laugh and just spend time with, fluently. Someone you feel at home with... And I figure, people almost always feel at 'home' in their physical houses; and whom may be in those houses? Why the people you love of course. For better or worse, for rich or poor, in sickness and in health, there's no way I'd ever desert my loving and patient mother, and energetic and witty sister. I always feel effortless when I'm with them.
"Home, let me go home./
Home is wherever I'm with you/"
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