Provo Ward

I went to church today at what I call my "Provo Ward." When I lived in Provo I was in the same ward for 5 years—yeah, it's kind of home. So, today I, naturally, had to attend that ward. Frighteningly enough, there were still people there that I knew. It was good to see them.

After church I called up my old bishop and asked if I could drop by. I did, spent a few hours with them, then left. I ended up hanging out with a friend from Seattle who is going to BYU. We had a great time, but it was time to find a place to hang my hat for the evening.

I was supposed to stay with Commie, but we still haven't connected. So, at his invitation, I'm spending the night at my old bishop's house. One more homeless night to go. I may end up on a couch (turns out that the hotel I crashed at last night was $100! No thank you!) somewhere.

Ahh, the life of a nomad.