this is the place.

Hey there.
So, I was in Salt Lake City for the past couple days. I think that place is great. If I was going to live in or near a large city again, I would not be opposed to living in or near that one. I mean, it's got a great lay out to it. There are great parks, it's close to the ski slopes, and it really is pretty. I mean there are these trees that grow over the roads making like a tunnel in some places.... And a lot of people ride their bikes around and walk. Oh, and the mountains around it. Man, good place.
I thought that it would be a shame for me to go there and to not see the temple, so I walked there one evening. It was about 15 blocks from my hotel or something like that, but I felt completely safe walking alone.

I also thought that it would be neat to see some Olympic stuff. You know. because I like gawking. So I drove up to Park City and I saw the ski jumps and the bobsled track and it was really neat. Jeremy is trying to make it to the Winter Olympics in 2010, and it was cool seeing the stuff and thinking that maybe I could be a spectator not too many years from now and watch him compete... man oh man, I'm already proud of him, but that would be sweet.

I drove back alone today. It took about 4.5 hours to get back. I enjoyed the drive. I am enjoying life more. The past 4 months have been brutal, probably the most difficult of my life. But now, as one of my dear friends commented, "you sound like you have a stuffy nose, a slight weird twang, and happier than you have been in the past four months I've talked to you." keen observations. the slight weird twang however... it's a mystery. ????


I've also decided that it's a beautiful thing to be lonely, because when you're lonely, you start looking at every single person you meet with awe and wonder. You see people and small connections as treasures. You hang on every word they say... And I think thats how it should be when we aren't lonely as well, but for some reason I seem to forget that. I'll try to remember better.

God is so good to me.

much love, lisa