Turns Out, I'm Not Made Of Ice

I've finally arrived back in Utah. It's a strange thing, coming back to this place -- it's so familiar to me that it should be home, and yet I shy away from the thought of making it something so permanent, so intimate, so favored. I cried when we flew away from the trees and the green and the tough crowds and the cultured audiences and the perfect fittingness of the East. I'm not a snob, I promise (okay, maybe I am a little), but sometimes a place just gets in your blood and stays there.

I'll be home soon.