Trees

So, when I finally came home for Christmas, after an 18 hour drive from Arizone (don't feel sorry for me - my Dad flew in for graduation and to drive me home, apparently), I saw a city full of dead, broken branches. While I was on our FTX (final requirement for graduation), Oklahoma had an ice storm. My nextdoor neighbor had temporarily moved in with my parents and our entire front yard was covered with apple tree branches. Never plant an apple tree, by the way, when they split from the cold - right down the middle. It's horrible. Anyway, the second piece of news I receive is from one of my best friends. She will not be in town while I am home, neither will three of my other close friends. Awesome. I guess all I am saying in my rant is that my life is covered with broken apple tree branches and all I want to do is go home.