I'm trying to fathom moving to a place exactly opposite of where I grew up, opposite of everything I know. Now that I'm here in Utah without Andrew, Utah is beginning to feel foreign and dry. I think I'm ready. I look at the plants growing by the road and expect them to be wild flowers, not desert bushes. Driving down the freeway, I'm shocked by the amount of buildings and road I can see. I've begun to need the dense trees, need the green, needing the water that appears just around the corner. I'm finally ready. I need change.
