i always love to go home. Home on the right side of the Rockies...right? Well yes. And now...no, too. i've made my place in Utah, found my niche, and created a life for myself. That life is still slowly being built, but it is there. i can't deny that; i don't want to. i've grown to love Utah.
This was the first year that i didn't get to go home for Thanksgiving, the first year that i only got one week for Christmas...and while it makes me sad to leave, i'm ok with it. i got to spend a good amount of time with my siblings and parents individually (for the most part. AKA Morgan! What a bum having to work so much...lol). But that's just it. i got to see everyone and since i know i can't stay forever, i'm ready to get back to the life i'm creating across the mountains.
My heart is split in two with a seam keeping the halves together. i love Colorado. i love the family and all the time i get to spend with them. i love joking and playing games and never-ending chatter. Yet...i love Provo. i love my roommates and my friends. i love my routine and my job. i absolutely love my students and the opportunity to teach them. i love having girls' nights with Miss Calah and babysitting Li'l Miss Evie.
They say "home is where the heart is" and to that i say "too true". it just so happens i have two.