At what point in time did I become one of “those people”- one of those people that considers Utah home. At some point during my 5 ½ year stint at BYU I went from the California girl counting down the days until graduation, to a utah transplant who misses the comfort and security that Happy Valley brings. I am not sure at what point the transition took place, but somewhere along the way Utah became home. Most days I like texas, I like the people, the lifestyle, and the diversity, but some days I miss Utah like crazy. I miss the family and friends we left behind, the weather (haven’t been back to visit the snow so that may change), the mountains, the familiarity of the place, and the culture- these were all things that didn’t matter as much when I was 18 and starting my journey. I miss people knowing what BYU is, seeing cougar blue everywhere, overhearing someone mention “enrichment night” or “mutual” and other people knowing what that means, I miss the pseudo holidays- conference weekend, BYU Utah Game, Pioneer day, I miss church buildings on every block and driving past the temple daily, I miss modest clothing stores, church bookstores, and “soft Sunday sounds”, and I miss the days when being 24 and married for a few years was “normal”.- takeaway point from the post- I miss Utah. It was wonderful to see everyone this weekend, just know that even though we just left we miss you tons and are counting down the days until Thanksgiving- get ready we are going to be there a week!
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It was great to see you too. We look forward to November.
We miss you too like crazy around here! Hopefully, you won't float away to the ocean with all the rain you are getting.
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