Get me out of here

I have never wanted to be home with my family in my entire life more than I have this week. I mean I love my family and all, and we've had some differences, but I can't stand this place anymore. I want to go home over Thanksgiving and just be with them. At this point in time I don't even care if I get to see David or Texas. I REALLY miss my mom and I REALLY miss Liz. I started crying just thinking about it today. All my roommates go home every single weekend to see their families, and I haven't seem them in over a month. I know that doesn't sound long at all, and I don't know why I'm so emotional about it. I just miss them. I'm sure part of it had to do with this essay Liz wrote about me. I got all teary after reading it yesterday. Here it is:

The one person in the whole world I can count on is my sister, Katy. She is my best friend and is always there for me. I can tell Katy anything and I know she can listen and understand what is going on with with I need and want to talk about. The fact we are sisters does mean we fight. When we do though, we get over it quickly. Some of them may be stupid, but we are sisters so what do you expect? Katy is someone who will confide with me and we both know that we can trust each other. It is such a cool thing to have someone so close to you to count on and have a strong feeling of trust. Katy is in Ephraim right now and it is so weird to not have her across the hallway when I want to talk. She is not afraid to speak her mind and that is something I admire greatly about her. Also, she is kind of the 'rebel' of the family in my mind so she doesn't follow the pack. Katy is the one and only person in the whole world that I can really, truly trust because I have spent my entire life with her building a relationship that I know will last a really long time. I love her and can't wait to see her again next week.

She called it "The Person I Can Count On"

I miss her so so much. And I miss my mom. More than I ever thought I would. We haven't been able to talk as much as I would like to this week because my phone has been broken. I hate it. I miss my dad. I watched The Last Song the other day, and I cried my eyes out when her dad died. And I wanted to do nothing but call my dad and talk to him and hear his voice and hear what was going on in his life. But I couldn't because of my stupid phone.

I love these two so much. They mean the world to me. I'm so sick and tired of Ephraim. I want to go home.