Saturday, August 19, 2006

A Love Letter

Dear Provo,

It's been a while since I last saw you. It's okay if you didn't notice I was gone - you've had a lot going on these past few months. I'm sorry I missed the June blossoms, the July parades, and the August thunderstorms. I hope you know that I never want to be away from you for long.

Sometimes, you make my heart ache a little. At night, when I read books in my room in the house where I grew up, listening to the train whistle and the crickets and the wind in the trees and the silence, I think about everything we've experienced together. Remember the summer night games of hide-and-go-seek with the neighbor kids? Remember sun-warmed apricots, canyon marshmallow roasts, late-night conversations with best friends, snow on Christmas Eve, and my first kiss? (I know, I know, I should never have dated him, everyone told me he was bad news, but he was SO cute! Remember?)

One of the things I haven't thanked you for lately is your consistency. Every time I go to the grocery store, I see a friend from high school (or their mom), and get an update on their life. I get to see babies I never knew existed! I love that. Thank you.

Thank you, too, for reminding me that 80 degrees is not hot. When it's 80 degrees in California, I get cranky. I shouldn't. I know.

There are a few things I've been meaning to ask you about. For all your consistency, I've noticed you've recently made some changes, and I have to admit they take a little getting used to. I don't know how to feel about the new all-white temple. And what's up with the missionaries? Why do they all look like babies? I used to drive by the MTC and think they were cute. Now I want to protect them and give them motherly advice. And don't tell me I was that young when I went into the MTC. I so was not.

Well, this letter is getting long, and I know you don't have a lot of spare time, so I'll wrap it up. I love you, Provo. Please don't get too busy or change too much. Oh, one thing: do you think you could look into being just a little less dry? I love what you do for my hair, and I know you're a desert and everything, but I've used about a gallon of lotion today, and my skin is still itchy. If it's too much trouble, don't worry about it.

Thank you for everything!



Layt said...

It was in the high 70s today. Ugh. I didn't have to use lotion, at least.

Kiki said...

"thunderstorms"...HA! HAHAHAHAHA! That's really funny! I've heard louder belly rumbles!

I have been nostalgic about Provo lately as well. Shh...don't tell. I really miss being able to sit out and enjoy the evening on my front lawn without fear of being steamed to death by the humid heat. I still look out for the mountains. They're never there. I long for my rides through the canyons and stopping to dip my feet in the creek. I hunger for that turkey/cranberry sauce croissant from Kneaders or the panini, Bombay House, and Beto's. I'm sad that this is another year I won't be attending SLC's Greek Festival and Spanish Fork's other Krishna festival, whichever one is held in September. Llama fest? But I'm glad I got to h out of there! Oh, Provo! How I love and loathe you!

Geo said...

Thanks for reminding me that I'm sitting in the catbird seat! This really is a great place. Never mind peculiar. I like peculiar.

Emmie said...

So nice to see you, Geo!

Mmmm . . . Bombay House . . .