making peace with provo











Six years ago, I thought I was moving away from Provo for good. I couldn't WAIT. I packed up fast and by the time I hit the freeway entrance, I was flying. I almost shouted out the window: see ya', suckas! And I was never coming back.

Then the universe laughed at me and sent me to Provo again two years later.

Good thing it did, too. When I lived here the first time, I worked and spent most of my free time in a different city, while spending the rest of my time rolling my eyes at Provo stereotypes.

Not until the second time around did I discover that this supposedly boring, stifling city is home to some of the most interesting, intelligent, wonderful people I've ever met. I know they didn't hide from me before; I just never bothered to look for them back in the day.

On Saturday, I'll move away from Provo again—this time, in a very different mood. I'm thrilled about our new place for so many reasons (can we say washer and dryer?). But I now know that I'll miss the apartment and the streets and the campus and especially the people who have made me feel so at home here.

Goodbye, Provo. Goodbye, little house under the stairs.










And to all you suckers who ARE sticking around this good little town: you can't get rid of me that easily. I'm not saying goodbye for good. I've made my peace with Provo and she says I can come to visit.

8 comments:

andi said...

I was the same way, too, and it's funny how much you do miss it when you're gone. (But washers and dryers ARE nice!)

P.S. The booties for the baby are AWESOME- I love them! Thanks so much!

Anna and Stephen said...

Wait... where are you going?

Nicholas James West said...

You won't miss it for long. I promise. :)

Stella said...

I made my peace with Provo and never looked back (of course only to see you and my other good friends there).

Danielle said...

Aw, little apartment under the stairs... wish we had been there at the same time as you for a lot longer. Good luck!

Bryson and Tara said...

I can so relate to your words. And, it's strange, but the few times I've been back since we moved a year ago, I feel at home. I couldn't wait to get out of there, but it really wasn't as bad as I thought...

Anyway, you guys are moving to Draper? What's the plan?

I really hope you're able to stop by the caroling party, even for a few minutes. I miss you!

David/Dad/Doc said...

I must say, we are very excited to have you come to Draper!

ashmae said...

you can't get rid of us. We will come to your house with felting needles and a documentary about food in hand.