The Last Night.

Sometimes… You finish finals and actually have time to have fun.

Sometimes… we just don’t want to go home.

Sometimes… you realize that home is painfully split into 2 places.

Sometimes… we stay in Rexburg an extra night after everyone else has left.  

Sometimes… you realize how blessed you are to have met these girls, and have them as your friends.

Sometimes… you have to live without them for 3 weeks and you doubt your ability to survive.

Sometimes… you can’t wait to go back to Rexburg.

Sometimes… the next semester doesn’t sound too bad.

Sometimes… your best friend gets the amazing opportunity to serve a mission.

Sometimes… the last night is the best night. 

Sometimes... It's almost 1 in the morning and you're feeling nostalgic, and you're missing your friends so you write a blog post.

-Lonelyinmapleton