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I'm Coming HOME!

Oh my goodness, at this time on Thursday I'll be completely done with my finals and on my way to the Salt Lake City airport to fly home! I can't even begin to express my excitement! I haven't seen my amazing family since August! I'm seriously going to cry when I'm reunited with them in the airport! I'm not even joking, I'm really going to cry! I have missed them so so SO much! Two of my best friends, Sydney and Christine, are coming with my family to pick me up from the airport and I am so ridiculously excited to see them too! I just can't wait to spend a quality two and a half weeks with my family! Here's some of the things I'm most excited to do:

-go to D.C. and see the tree at the White House. I promised all of my friends that I would take pictures of their state trees.
-go to the D.C. Temple with my family and the Bobby's and see the lights and a show at the Visitor's Center!
-have sleepovers in the living room with my sisters
-JUST DANCE 3. I've seriously waited three months to play this game!
-family dinners at Grandma and Grandpa's house
-visit the Herndon Ward!
-visit Herndon High and see Dana and the Choir Winter Concert!
-CHIPOTLE CHIPOTLE CHIPOTLE AND ROBEKS
-CHICK-FIL-A
-stay up late talking with my family
-many many many viewings of ELF
-Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with the whole extended family
-putting together the Christmas Eve program with Michael
-having the Thunder Cats over to drink hot chocolate and watch Elf just like old times!
-going to visit my wonderful former voice teacher, Sister Pain!
-revisiting the neighborhood landmarks with my sisters and probably having a photo shoot at the creek because that's Amy's favorite thing ever!

I JUST CAN'T WAIT TO GET TO VIRGINIA! Just gotta get through finals...I CAN DO THIS!

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