My dad and I went on a drive tonight on our way home from dinner. We literally live at the mouth of Ogden Canyon. In the combined time that I've lived in Ogden, I have never been up the canyon. It proved to be a good experience. A small storm made its way up the narrow canyon and it smelled deliciously of rain and pavement. I love that combination.
The whole drive made me miss Oregon and then I had this immediate love and appreciation for Utah mountains. Of all the places I've lived, Utah's mountain are unrivaled. They are my favorite. We drove through Huntsville and Eden. They're situated around Pineview Reservoir.
Maybe it's the INFJ in me that is attracted to podunk-y places like Huntsville and Eden (Go to the link. It'll seriously give you insight on my personality.). Maybe it's because both towns are right on the water. Either way, I love the tranquility that is literally right up the street from me. Part of me wants to move up there to get away from my loud neighbors and life in general. The part of me that dislikes the snow would probably not like it for the 5 months of the year that is freezing cold.
I used to think myself a city girl. Nope. I rescind that evaluation of myself. I am totally 100% all for wide open spaces and neighbors that are at least an acre or two away. This t-shirt perfect describes how I see myself;
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE Portland, Oregon. I love that it's weird and eclectic and people generally don't care that you're different from them because they're probably equally as strange. But I think my soul craves the mountains and a body of water that is surrounded by green fields and trees. As an introvert, my soul craves peace, quiet, and tranquility. I'd rather sit in the corner at a party and watch people with another introvert that gets me.
Even as I write this post, all I can hear is what is playing on my iTunes and chirping birds. I can smell a camp fire getting started. All that bothers me is the fact that my upstairs neighbors thinks they weigh 500 pounds and stomp around on their hardwood floored hallway and the occasional pimped out ride that belongs to someone in my building. I yearn for neighbors that are quiet and closer to my age. I yearn for the day that my apartment floor doesn't smell like marijuana.
Some day...
Even as I write this post, all I can hear is what is playing on my iTunes and chirping birds. I can smell a camp fire getting started. All that bothers me is the fact that my upstairs neighbors thinks they weigh 500 pounds and stomp around on their hardwood floored hallway and the occasional pimped out ride that belongs to someone in my building. I yearn for neighbors that are quiet and closer to my age. I yearn for the day that my apartment floor doesn't smell like marijuana.
Some day...
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