I’ve always loved living in Utah. It’s always been HOME to me. I was born in Ogden. But when I was going into Kindergarten, my family moved to Walla Walla, Washington to open up a Subway store. I made good friends and enjoyed my elementary years there, BUT whenever we would go to Utah to see grandma and grandpa, I’d always be happy we were going “home”. And when we moved back to Utah the summer before my 6th grade year, I can still remember the feeling of going “home” to Utah and the mountains and to grandma and grandpa. It was almost like I’d been homesick and was returning home, finally.
Those mountains though. Can we just take a moment and remember how wonderful and beautiful they are? Because they are amazing. I love them so much. They’ve always made me feel grounded. At home. Safe. They help me know which direction is East 🙂 Whenever we go out of town and then return home, I always sigh in relief when I see my mountains. Home.
I feel so blessed to live here in this state. Utah is my home. It’s our home.