If you were to tell me that you were headed to Utah, this is what I would tell you to do. Because this is what I did these past few weeks...
I was so incredibly ready to go home back in April that I kind of forgot how much I love and adore BYU and specifically Provo. So, you ought to head down to Provo and remember how much you like your school.
Perhaps even go visit your dorm so you can feel nostalgic and old/proud that you are no longer a freshman.
See as many friends as you can possibly can.
Take your sibs to your fave shaved ice place.
Try and see as many almost-missionaries as you can.
In fact, try and suprise-attend their farwell talks if possible and most definitly attend the gathering at their house afterwards (read: free food).
Then drive down to Panguitch Lake in southern Utah and hopefully it will rain which may hinder your outside activities but in all reality it will be very nice.

Play with all your many boy cousins.
Get life advice from your papa and try and figure out your life.
Cuddle with as many small children as possible.
Honorable mentions: hiking, chatting with the lovely Beus women, going on a handful of dates, swimming to get tan since that is no longer an option in Washington, teaching four small girls to 'use the facilities' in the woods, learning a couple of new card games, logging in hours of highway driving, getting updates from all of my loving, wonderful aunts, etc.






























