Extremely unexpected.
How could I miss you Provo? You are old, dry, and mountainy. You are hot, worrisome, and full of nothing but campus. You are a random assortment of rotten beds and moldy showers...
And yet,
Why do I have this sudden urge to call out "Wait, Don't Go! Not yet! I wasn't finished! I was just starting to get along with you yah stinker... please?
But the wheels keep turning and that big white Y sinks into the lazy sky.
I was planning on my goodbye including all of my friends, all of those lovely favorite places, a long heartwarming and satisfying end to this 11 month no-parent excursion. And yet, for some strange reason, things never seem to go as I plan.
Adventurous Monday
Tuesday Bookbinding (15 hours of it) day
And Wednesday Finals day
Oh. right. then Smack in the face Thursday. aka. Packing my life away into three suitcases and throwing away bags and bags of becca-deemed-hoarder-status-things. Cleaning and then only a moment to wave a wistful goodbye to this strange place.
And here I am. Ariah-less, Vanessa-less, Jennica-less, Patrick-less, Madyline-less, Becca-less, UnclePete-less Kirsten-less, Scotty-less, TacoTuesday-less, Hobbithouse-less, Roommatebondingtime-less, Pool-less, almostmountain-less, Churchcalling-less, Cousinhangout-less, alloftheLibertypeople-less, Class-less, Randomwalks-less, RabdobsmoothiesfromAriah-less, Mormon-less, home-less, Provo-less, and all too soon to be Grana-less.
And in a second, flying home looks like it'll be a bit harder than I was planning.
How could I have let a place full of people become so very much a part of me?
