Something about this time of year – the first cold snap, the first snow – makes me want to move to Utah moreso than at other times of the year. It’s honestly the thought that seeing mountains out my window would make the cold and snow just somehow better.
This year, the desire to head out there is stronger than ever. I have no ties remaining here. I will have no guilt for leaving. I mean, I have a wonderful – truly wonderful – community of mamas (and papas) that I would miss. But with my mom no longer around…I feel very free.
We haven’t been to Utah for TWO years. Normally we go every other year (we like to alternate vacations between Long Trips and Short Trips), but I wasn’t up for Utah this year, being pregnant and super skittish about it and all. I miss it. Something inside me is just longing for the view of Mt. Timp, the road over the mountains into Park City, the valleys and the peaks.
Sigh. I can make our camping reservations in April.