FW - Home?

Provo has become my home. Who would have ever thought that such an occurrence would come to pass? Despite my best attempts to remain a (poor) wayfaring stranger in Utah Valley, I have succumbed to the weakness of all human beings and labeled the locale of my apartment and University as home. There was a time when I would have been ashamed to admit such a thing...but I have since matured. :-P

I never noticed my subconscious home assignment until I traveled Portland to visit my sister and her husband, and realized how strange everyone was. The Portlandians were so weird! A lot of my time was spent gawking at the different styles of people (not just fashion), all the while constantly reminding myself that these people were a much more accurate representation of the real world than Provo people are. The fact that I was accustomed to a Mormon-style life was also accentuated by a joke my brother-in-law said; while referring to the incredibly straight pine trees in the Portland area, he remarked: "These are the only straight things in Portland!"

He wasn't kidding.

When I pulled in to Provo this evening I purposely made the comment to my fellow travelers of how wonderful it was to be back in Provo, around Provoish people. Even though I have no plans of making this mountain place my permanent home (no freakin' way), I must concede to the naked truth that I belong in Provo. Even if only temporarily. And that is a scary thought.