I went for a run today. My back was sore from sitting all day and I felt like exploring. So I went.
There was this moment of freedom as I ran. I felt alive and perfectly content. The weather was perfect. Endorphins were exploding in my body. I was in the company of several cyclists and several dogs getting walked. It was that moment when I felt like I had come home here.
I didn't realize just how out of place I felt in Provo. I've only lived in Salt Lake for five days, but it already feels like more of a home than Provo ever was. Yes, I know I'm in my honeymoon phase with Salt Lake and I'll come to a place of better reality with things here. But I feel at home here.
So here's to my new beginning. Another one. And only one in the string of many, I am sure. But so far I love my Salt Lake life.
The only thing that would make my life complete here would be a dog.
