Monday, March 28, 2011

For the Beauty of the Earth- Even if it's Frozen

When I was 11 or 12 my mom decided to move to the Blue Ridge Mountains. I was born by the beach, went to the beach all during summer vacation or would ride my bike to the neighborhood pool. The mountains were where my mammow (southern for Grandmother) lived so I associated the mountains with old. I was terrified to move! All I knew was this little city. It was a hard adjustment. I went to an inner city school in the Outer Banks and moved to what I considered a "preppy" school. Things were spread far apart. It took 30 minutes to get to town and mountains blocked the view of the sky. But by the time I graduated High School I found an appreciation for these bulky mountains. I met some great people and chose to go to college nearby. I met PJ and eventually he wanted to bring me down to Georgia. I didn't want to leave the college I was attending and I look back and have no idea why. But at the time I cried a lot over the decision to go to Georgia. All I knew was North Carolina. We got to Georgia and got married and had a rocky 6 months in northern GA before we moved to ATL. I was terrified! What am I going to do in ATL? All I knew were small towns and now I'm going to the big city! How am I going to find my way around?

You see the pattern. The saying "you don't know what you have until it's gone" doesn't even begin to describe my moving woes. I didn't like the mountains. I didn't like how it took 30 minutes to go anywhere. I didn't like how people seemed to be stuck in their ways. I didn't like this, I didn't like that. Until I moved away and visit sometimes and realize there are "tender mercies" there. For example: the cool breeze that comes with the sunset of every summer day. I didn't like Atlanta because it was hot and there were "rush hours" and there weren't many people my age living like a 40 year old as I was once told that I was. So how excited was I when we decided to come to BYU-I and all around me would be people my age living the gospel, nay even loving the gospel and I would get to finish my degree. But now I'm here and it isn't perfect. I kind of miss the crazy drivers of ATL because we can perceivably get to places faster. Here in Rexburg there are cross walks and tons of stop signs and people wait until the road is clear before they make a left turn. Oh- and it's cold.

But it's not so cold. It has been staying above freezing for about 2 months now. I don't have to dress like a yeti to go to the grocery store. And the town is small enough where anything in town is only a 2-5 minute drive (depending on "traffic"). Granted, anything I'm used to (Cracker Barrel, Chick-Fil-A, New York and Company... in fact Malls in general) is at least 30 minutes away, more often 3 hrs away but I don't have money anyway to enjoy those things. I've come to realize with every place I've lived comes the expectations before you get there and then you're "view point" of the place until after you move and hindsight's always 20/20. I don't think there is a perfect geographical place for me. I want to be near things, but not in the middle of everything. I want it warm but also to snow for Christmas. But most importantly I want to be with PJ. It is very easy to see the bad in places (and people... but that's another post) but I've decided to start loving the good. Like the sunrises/sets are amazing here. I even really like the rocky mountains. Or like today it snowed all day but it's mostly all melted now. Also it wasn't windy today. And where else would I be able to live in the least expensive housing available and have a temple of the Lord in my front yard. More exciting yet is I have PJ here and we seem much happier and fulfilled here than we have any other place we've lived yet. I don't really want to end up in Rexburg, but then again the place doesn't make the person, the person makes the place. "The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." Ay-Men.