After four years at the Y, and during the crucial ages of 16-20, a big part of my heart belongs in Utah. Everyone can't wait to get out and move on to bigger and better things and I too have been one of those people. Now that I'm back to collect my things and migrate to San Diego, leaving Utah doesn't sound so great. My life has been here; everywhere I look I think of the memories I've created. I stopped by my old house and although it has only been four weeks since I lived there, I deperately miss the breeze through my curtains, the old yellow stove, and the love that radiated from 5 beautiful and strong willed sisters. The feelings will dwindle as time moves on, but right now it is a hard moment to be in. We have all been separated and are moving in different directions, and mine is towards Malawi, Africa in September. Life will be good.
PS I have a working cell phone again, so text away!
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