So I was born and raised an Aussie. 22 beautiful years spent amoung the Kangaroos and Gum Trees, the beautiful sandy beaches and the smell of tea trees after a good thunder storm. Then my parents decided to drop the U-Bomb.
I had been to Utah before and WAS NOT IMPRESSED. I thought the people here were rude and even though the mountains were pretty cool it really wasn't anything special to write home about. So, after much contemplating (like 2 seconds) I decided to stay in Australia on my own, keep working at my lovely $22 an hour job and finish my schooling.
And that's just what i did.
Life was swell. I would save up money, come visit my family for a couple months then return home to continue life.
Even though it never really felt like home without them. I bloody love my family. I missed them like crazy every day and would find myself counting down the hours till i could Skype with them again. So when I met and fell in love with some crazy Provo boy on my visit here one year my stubbornness flew out the window and things started falling in place.
I had a return ticket that never got used...
Been here for almost 2 years and I pine for my beautiful Melbourne everyday.
I mean, come on, how could you NOT!!!
But today I realized something. I was blessed to get 2 tickets to the morning session of the LDS General Conference. That was this morning. On my way there I Passed 6 Temples. All within less than an hours drive. Walking up to the conference center I saw respectable men all suited-up and women dressed modestly. I passed through 2 groups of random people all joining together singing hymns. Some generous person gave my Mum a ticket while she was standing in the stand-by line so we could all go in together.
Now this probably sounds bizarre to anyone not of my faith. But to me, it was my idea of what heaven would be like. No where else in the world could you or would you ever experience so many people so united and working towards the same goal. Living the same lifestyle. Experiencing the same hardships. It came like a smack in the face how lucky I was.
How I have been taking this for granted!!! I am surrounded by people who actually understand me, who are so kind and generous and good to the core. I am married to a man who is the epitome of all of these things. Some Provo boy who had just enough spunk to sway my heart into choosing a place I loathed so I could be with him. And how I love him for it.
Utah will always irk me in its own little ways. Like the hideous cold of the never ending snow season (which has already started ridiculously early this year) and awful drivers and cheap diners who have no idea what a good tip looks like.
But all of those things are so small compared to the amount of blessing I receive living here.
I will quit complaining (Tryyyyy to anyway...) and start burying myself in funeral potatoes, fry sauce and crocheting.
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