Thanks to Utah/Mormon weddings, I had the chance to go back to my Utah. Every second spent in Utah was pure bliss. My little Emily married in the Lord's temple for time and all eternity. It was such a blessing and an honor to be a part of a sacred, beautiful Spring wedding!
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| Bridesmaids |
Emily's pure and contagious smile.
Post wedding, the remaining days of my trip were spent between both Provo and Salt Lake City with family and friends.
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| Sandwiched between my rocks, Areum and Becca. |
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| Our Temple, the Bountiful Temple. |
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| Sister and brother-in-law. |
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| Siblings (minus the youngest). |
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| I love my family. |
Visiting Utah Valley was bittersweet. I am grateful to have finally moved on to a new chapter in my life,
but it is difficult to see those who were a big part of my life (in Utah) stay there and carry on perfectly happy without me. Their current lives used to be my life. Now, it is my past, my memories.
My heart did wonder if moving back might be a possibility. But my heart also (quite literally) felt the consequences. Blue again. Short of breath, again. Irregular heartbeats, again. Utah, although you offer me such comfort with your values, your traditions, your beliefs, and with your people, why can you not offer the most basic necessity, oxygen?
"A person will be bewildered if he goes in another's road. Rich or poor, your must seek happiness in your own world. We can all reach the same happiness, but you must go in your world and I go in mine. That is life."
--Rita Golden Gelman, Tales of A Female Nomad
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Oh Utah, my unattainable Utah, you will always have a piece of my heart.
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