Beauty
I never feel like I am in an exotic local. I usually feel like Utah, blaaaaaaaaah. Why on Earth if you were living any where else, Why would you come here?
Then I am reminded of the beauty that I live in.
I love waking up and seeing the suns rays shooting over the mountains into the clouds.
I love how you can smell winter coming and feel crispness in the air before fall actually arrives.
I love the way everything, almost over night, turns from icky gray and sludge to green grass and peaking new tulips.
I love being so close to the mountains I can run in them, they are that close to me.
I love the way the sun shines and warms me.
So Italy and Japan and Hawaii are all exotic to me, but I love where I am. I like returning to my home and to the comfort I have always known. I am surrounded by beauty and most days I forget.