Leaving

            Yesterday, I said goodbye to my life at the College of Eastern Utah. There are some souls I will never see again and it killed me to leave. I have never left anyone or anything in my life before. I lived in the same suburb my whole childhood. I have seen many people leave and I always thought it hurt so much more for me than them. As I began crying through the winding Spanish Fork Canyon, I learned that it hurts more to leave sometimes. Truth be told, I hated College of Eastern Utah. From the dry desert wind, the cliques, the metallic taste of the water, and the lack of community among the student body. In all this bitter hate I found people who were just like me. We endured it and became a family or something like it. They will always matter to me and help me see who I am. Anyways I don't want to dwell on the moment but know that you people changed me forever and for those for you back in SLC, I am back and so happy to be here. I'm excited for waking up to the freeway outside my window and the clinking of bats hitting baseballs on Saturday mornings. I'm so happy I'm home but a part of Grace Wilson is always going to be in those mornings in the JLSC drinking diet Pepsi with orange crush mixed in to repress the taste of Pepsi talking to those people who changed me forever.