Home

is not where you live but where they understand you.

After weeks of feeling like I would never be able to eat or be active as I once was I decided, with the advice from counselors, to withdraw. I had already missed many classes and was just too tired to concentrate. Then came the hard decision: to stay in Hawaii or return home. My first thought was duh stay in Hawaii and be a beach bum, but then I remembered I could hardly make it to the grocery store and back. How was I going to keep up with everyone? Plus the cost of living in Hawaii is a tad bit more then everywhere else. So I decided it'd be way more comfortable and reasonable to recover in my own bed at home with my mom bringing me juice, my darling Pyper to keep me company and of course my amazing friends close by

Lauren & Emily. I wish everyone had friends like mine. I don't know what I did to deserve to call some of the most amazing people my best friends. 

I came home to this welcome home sign and a room full of balloons. They left me bottles of gatorade and even a note for Vern. They know me a little too well.

It felt good to know people were happy I was home. 

I miss the beach across the street and all the amazing people I met in Hawaii but it feels so good to be home.