Well since most of you haven't seem me since before the mish I'll try and update you all.  I returned to Colorado Springs on May 16th, 2007, on the plane I shared an Ensign with a big thug who not only referred but borrowed my pen to underline parts of the talk on the power of hymns, I was met at the airport by a van of a group that would come to Temple Square for not so holy purposes, I stood firm with my hands clenched on my Book of Mormon, the title clearly in view, and my name tag showing, with a big smile on my face.  Eventually an aged version of my mother with extremely brassy hair showed up.  She took me to my best childhood friends house, her father released me.  We went grocery shopping my mother introduced me to a friend and before I could say Sister, she said Lizzy, I shed a tear.    The summer was interesting, I rode my bike everywhere looking for jobs, initiated a hiking group, and became relief society president.  It was really nice to enjoy one last summer in the Springs at home.

I ventured out to Utah to attend school, I found where I belonged for the time being in Salt Lake City, UT.  I have a wonderful job and love school and the people I meet everyday.  I leave the house at 7 and return circa 7-9 every night.  The social life is never-ending, sometimes a good thing, sometimes not.