I've been avoiding this for some time now. I was in denial that I'd leave. I came here for school and I didn't think I'd stay, but I did.
I fell in love Utah, with many, many beautiful people. If I were to begin listing them you'd get really bored, but we both know their names.
We've had good times and bad times. I developed road rage because of your drivers, been sunburned on your mountain peaks, despised your endless trains, and shed countless tears. Still, I've looked out on the water pocket fold as the sun rose, slept out under the stars in the Narrows, drunk from clear mountain streams, and laughed until my belly ached.
Now here we are on the road driving towards a new beginning. I'll miss you and your funny pronunciations and your quirky LDS culture. I feel like I've left a huge chunk of my heart there with my friends, colleagues and my students.
I think it's safe to say I've fallen in love, again, with you.