So I got to go home for this weekend. I have been missing home like crazy. I don’t know how some kids can go almost years between their visits home. I miss my family so much it is indescribable. There have been so many times that I just wanted to come home and be with my family. That is probably the hardest part of growing up for me. It hasn't been the bills or the school; it has been the lack of being with my family.
Since I was going to Vegas I brought my roommate Keturah. She had never been to the wonderful place I call home: Las Vegas. We brought her to some cool places like Hoover Dam and the Strip. I think the coolest thing was the temple though. I love my temple. The Las Vegas is so pretty! My dad has been to so many temples and swears that ours has the prettiest Celestial Room. I love my temple so much. It is as much as part of my home as my actual house is. I love how even though there is so much sin in Las Vegas, we still have something to look forward to. When we went to the strip I am sure we were the girls with the most clothes on (I was hoping for someone with more clothes) and there is sin all around, I was so glad for the standards that the church has. I am glad that my parents raised me in the church. Most of the members in Las Vegas are either strong in the Gospel or completely fallen away. There is no real middle ground for members here, and if the person is in the middle, they won’t be for long. I am so glad that our church has the standards that the church has. It makes being a member in Las Vegas very hard, but it also makes your faith and testimony in the church grow very strong.
I love my temple
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