A sigh of relief as I drive past my own "road markers" such as the Ogden temple and the Ogden cemetery. I am getting closer.
Soon I enter the Ogden Canyon. The twists and turns, still second nature to me, SCREAM home. Almost there.
Then the sight of Pineview, driving across the spillway, and turning into Radford Hills makes me want to jump with excitement (most the time because i REALLY have to pee by this point ha ha)
And then I see it. 857 Yacht Club Drive
I am HOME.
Where I BELONG.
The land of 745. A combination of numbers could not make me as happy as that one.
There is just something about home.
The noises.
Hearing a GARAGE open.
The sound of my cute kitty's bell around his neck.
My parents nagging at me to help out around the house (something I definitely don't miss haha).
The sound of my brother picking on my sister.
The beeping of the washer and dryer at the end of a cycle.
The sound of the TV
Opening the garage door and hearing the driveway heater on--because we actually GET snow here....unlike provo
Hearing a phone ring throughout the WHOLE house.
But most of all, the silence. No busy streets or honking horns. No girls running and screaming in the stairwell. But quietness. Solitude. Just me and my family.
My nice, big, warm bed. A beautiful piano at my fingertips that i could play all day if my family allowed it. Food made for me. A room that is actually DARK at night (stupid light in my stairwell needs to be removed). My view of this....
or this....
The emotions that flood through me as I drive over the pass to North Ogden and drive by Weber High or down Washington are endless. So many memories. So many moments that I would love to relive just to remember them better. But for now at least they are captured. They are saved in my almost conscience. Just filed a ways back now in my box of memories. Grateful for those times, those friends, and those experiences which I won't be forgetting anytime soon, but also grateful to be making new ones.
Don't get me wrong, I love Provo. LOVE it! It is where I belong at this point. But tonight made me remember. Remember the past. Remember those moments. Remember the people that I love and miss. But most of all just made me grateful for the memories and the friendships that I have made up to this point of my life. Grateful for that safe haven I have to return to.
I LOVE home and I'm sad I must leave it so soon.
Ok I feel stupid admitting that this made me cry. That's how I feel about my home in the valley. Gosh we're lucky :)
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