Hometown Love

I was looking out the window at the mountains today and I had this moment of overwhelming love for my hometown.

Yes, Provo.

I love the mountains, the river and Utah Lake. I love the big backyards and old brick houses and all the playgrounds. I love the Library and Downtown and Rock Canyon. I love Seven Peaks and the Dollar Theater and North Park and the Veteran's Pool. Most of all I love my neighborhood down by the lake and my little culdesac that is the perfect size for a wiffle ball diamond and my backyard, with its miniature hill and old wooden swing set. I love the way it smells in the summer and how the crickets and frogs sing me to sleep at night and how beautiful the sun looks as it sets behind the mountains.

And as much as I just want to get out of here sometimes, remembering moments like these makes me realize how lucky I am to have grown up in such a wonderful place. There are so many things I love about Provo that I tend to forget, usually when I'm in a whiny mood or when the Wanderlust hits me like a train. And although I honestly don't think I'm going to live here the rest of my life, (in fact I really hope not) Provo is my home, the place that will always welcome me back. The place that I know loves me just as much as I love it.

And part of me will always belong here.

Love, Brontë