Dear California...

I would just like to thank you for the best weekend of my month. You have rejuninated me enough to be able to survive until we meet again. You supplied me with the great joy of being able to stick my feet out of the window and not see my toes turn from pastey white to purple. Instead I believe they went a little tan. You gave me the joy of In-n-out burger. You allowed me to feel the warmth of the sun and remember what 83 degrees feels like. You blessed me with the smell of the ocean water and the feeling of sand between my toes. You accented my red toenail polish with your grains of salt. Your roads guided me to the baptism of my close friend from high school. your roads helped me spend time with my best friend. You filled the vacancy and the void of my longing for my family. You are the one that I can thank for my immense joy and the greatest weekend. I have you to thank for the sick feeling in my stomach when I glanced at the "Welcome to Utah" sign. You are responsible for my feeling that I have the RIGHT to wear shorts in February. But then I come back to the cold, snowy place that I temporarily call home I do get a little spark of happiness inside me that reminds me that I get to look at the prettiest mountains, and go to an awesome university and live with fabulous roommates. Utah will do for a short time California. But you are the place that my heart will always long for. You have stolen my heart. I love you.