everything.

I called my mother to complain. I’m mad that I don’t have money, and my family doesn’t have money. I’m mad that I don’t get all As. I’m mad that I’m going to Europe and am going to be too poor to buy myself some good ol’ English Wellies, a cute British coat or six, and some French Perfume, among other things. In manner of complaint I told my mother of a friend who is also going to London to live, if possible, for the rest of her life.
“She’s dropping out of BYU,” I said
“Why is she giving up on her education?” asked my mother.
“She’ll go to different school. She hates BYU,” I said. “I don’t think she likes the gospel, anymore.”
“Why are you jealous of her? You have everything and she has nothing.”



yeah. I needed that reminder. Thanks Mom.
I love you.