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Well it's been almost a month since I've posted on my blog. I know I should be better. Well I'm home in Virginia. I love being home with my family, but I miss BYU and my friends there so much! Here's a list of the things I've been up to since I got home. -The week after finals I did absolutely nothing. I just relaxed at home and took a week to wind down after a stressful week of finals and catch up on some sleep. -Then I started job hunting. I was fortunate enough to only have to job hunt for one day before I was hired at Sweet Frog, a frozen yogurt shop near my house where I've been working since! It's a really fun job! -I have also been babysitting a lot for families in my ward! I love little kids, and it's been a great way to earn some extra money! -I've gotten to spend a lot of time with my family! -I went to DC with Matthew to have lunch with Becky. -I've seen a few friends from high school. I can't wait until my sisters get out of school so summer can start for real! :)

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