What I do mind is that every time I go home to Salt Lake, I find more and more reasons to love the place:
Downtown speaks to my soul - faintly reminiscent of my vacation to Manhattan, it sports spectacular architecture and towering buildings, and a feel-good hustle and bustle of businesses, cars, and motorcycles.
The parks - the wind rustling the leaves with the promise of long summer days, blossoming trees shading young lovers as they walk, laughter of children, and bare feet in the grass.
Concerts - every thursday night, free concerts play at the Gallivan Center. Salt Lake City's counterculture comes out from the bars and coffee shops to rub shoulders with me as we enjoy free entertainment compliments of our tax dollars and up-and-coming musicians.
The People - my family. Best friends from childhood. Mission buddies. Sorority girls. Crazy polygamist neighbors. Red heads. I even miss smokers - you just don't ever smell them down here in Provo... I could go on.
Provo, you are great, and you'll always have a place in my heart, but I've never felt like I quite fit in here. Don't be offended if I don't stick around forever.