It's become very real that I am leaving Utah. We drove to my parents this morning to borrow my dad's dolly and as we drove I looked at the mountains, flushed pink in the morning. When I am not in Utah I miss the mountains down to my bones. I never feel *quite right.* without their comforting loom over this sequestered valley. I can see why Bro. Brigham declared this to be The Right Place.
...we haven't left yet and I think I'm feeling a little homesick.