You know those annoying couples that break up and get back together like every other day? That's me. Only, it's not with a boy...it's with a state. And our problem isn't deciding if we should be in a relationship...it's deciding whether or not we should live together. Talk to any one of my family members and they know who I'm talking about.
Utah.
The REAL four letter word. That state and I have quite the history. We were in an abusive relationship in my late teens. I swore I would never talk to Utah again. Sure, friends would tell me it was doing great. I'd just roll my eyes. Utah could be such a player. Obviously it hadn't shown them it's true colors yet. But they had to have their heart broken for themselves, or they would never learn. I was perfectly content knowing, no,VOWING I would never go to that wretched state again. Then EFY happened. All five of my sessions were in that stinkin' beehive state. So I went...
And the love affair began. Utah had changed. It was different. It was sweeter, more charming. Wasn't it Jane Austen who said "There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart..." Well, I had found the tender parts of Utah, and I was hooked. It was a summer romance. Utah introduced me to it's eclectic, warm and hilarious friends. It gave me wildflowers in the dead of summer. It showed me waterfalls and sunsets and huge trees that guarded me with shade. It took me Temple Square and let me sit in the quiet of the Spirit. It taught me lessons of life, lessons of faith, lessons of potential. It helped me find myself. I came home a changed person. I told Utah that after my summer, I would move up in the fall. But, my commitment phobias sank in, and I couldn't do it. It was too soon.
We slowed things down, getting to know eachother better. We have learned things about eachother. For instance, Utah knows I will never be that Molly Mormon, with the ironed apron and perfectly manicured hair everyday. Sure, I have elements of Martha Stewart to me. I have layers of Molly Mormon to me. I make some darn good food, keep a pretty tidy house, have an apron somewhere in the kitchen, and own a bundt cake pan. And I have learned that Utah isn't just the place of quick engagements, blonde maneaters, and ring shops on every corner. So, I think in my heart, I know it's time. Time to leave the nest. See the world. (Or at least the Wasatch Mountain Range...) I have soaked up everything that San Diego has for a young single adult. Maybe it's time to see what Utah has in store for this little convert.
I think Utah and I are ready to take things to the next level.
