When I first moved to Provo, Utah to go to BYU, I found every reason I could possibly find to hate Utah.
It's way far away from home, but I'm not stuck here. I get to see my family at least twice a year, if not more. And I will not live in Provo for the rest of my life. Also, I do have family here. It's not my siblings and nephews and nieces and parents, but I do have a wonderful aunt and lots and lots of fantastic cousins.
I love that I can get a lot of photography here that I didn't get at home. I love the giant campus library, with its nooks and crannies and resourcefulness. I love the beautiful spots on campus where I can just sit and adore. I love the coolness of the rain. I love riding my bike downhill and feeling my hair flit lazily behind me and the cool wind in my face.
Hello, Provo. I feel like I'm seeing you for the first time.