We have had such a great vacation in Utah so far. Sleeping in, losing track of what day it is, playing with adorable nieces and nephews, hanging out with family, eating lots of good food, enjoying the big sky and the huge, majestic mountains.
When we first got here it felt a little weird to be back. Driving in cars, LDS-targeted advertisements, miles of suburbs… it was kind of freaking me out a little bit. We plan on moving back to Utah (or at least the west) eventually to raise our family, but for the first day here I was thinking, Could I really ever live here again? After the busy, crowded streets of NYC, it seemed so small. But after the culture shock wore off, I feel at home again. I love the mountains. I love being here with family. I love the thought of living in a house someday. (Though probably a small-ish house. People here live in such HUGE spaces! I can’t imagine it. We were driving along a regular street and I suddenly turned to Klane and said, “Think how many people could live on this street if they all condensed into apartment buildings like they have in New York. Look how spread out these houses are! What a huge waste of space!!”) Anyway. I love Utah. Even with its quirks.
After lots of cold but no snow in New York, I was looking forward to a white Christmas in Utah. But for the first few days we had sunny skies! Then snowpocalypse 2010 hit NYC, shutting down the city with feet of snow. I will admit, I was a little jealous. And a little homesick for the city. Especially looking at pictures on friends‘ blogs of the winter wonderland our home had become (NYC is positively magical in the snow). But thankfully an awesome blizzard rolled in yesterday afternoon, which made me really happy. All I wanted was one snow storm while in Utah. And I definitely got it! While driving from Alpine to Daybreak (a 20 minute drive which took 80), we watched two cars slide off the road into a ditch and a wall, respectively. It was pretty exciting.
And there is always snow in the mountains. We went up to the cabin for some extreme sledding on Tuesday. It was so fun! My dad would take us up to the top of the road (which was packed with snow and ice) on the 4-wheeler, then we flew down at 25 mph. Soooo fun!