For the past eight years, I've been exposed to the perfect, blessed, Bountiful, Utah. I saw high upon the mountain of superiority where the higher up you went, the more cash Ma and Pa could shove down your bless'ed little throat. We lived in the mother-in-law apartment of my Grandparent's modest little house. I loved the spacious, forested backyard. It was my own little escape from all of the cruel neighbors. You know the ones I'm talking about. Mom is a perky blonde stay at home mom. She slaves so that her six brats can wear the latest and greatest fashions from Abercrombie and Bitch and drives fancy sports cars back and forth to school. Dad is a workaholic who uses index cards with the kids name and interests on it.
I was more than happy to move. My little brother was the last to find out. I already had my bookshelf full of liquor boxes by the time we told him. The only reason I didn't want to move was my darling boyfriend, Alex. Before we were only five minutes away. Now we are about 20 with decent traffic. He has a great family who accepted me immediately as a member of their family. I didn't want to leave them.
Moving in the middle of high school is difficult. School is going to be hard in the fall. Atleast I've got my two best friends from
Kindergarten by my side though.
We are almost settled into our new, normal, existance at the mouth of the lovely Parley's canyon. Everymorning I wake up to the sun on Mount Olympus and know that I'm finally home.
Salt Lake City is a whole new breed of cat. For non-locals, SLC is divided into about twenty towns, townships, and neighborhoods. The people here are different. They are slightly more understanding of those who don't decide to follow the church. I recieved a new insult a few weeks ago. Rather than going to hell, I'm going to outer darkness. Sounds fun right? I quite like the dark and I'll be fine if I'm away from bless'ed ones.
