I moved every 1-2 years for the first 14 years of my life.

I am a military child, an Air Force Brat.

I’ve been all over the country. I have lived in the south, Midwest, and west.

When we moved to Utah for the second time, I felt it in my soul.

I was home.

I said it aloud as a 14 year old, with the Wasatch front looming behind me – “I’m never moving again!!”

I did.

I’ve lived in the southeast for 24 years now. I was in Utah for 10 years.

I miss it.

I can smell the high desert smell of cedar wood. The grassy high mountain sweetness of Eden.

I can see the cottonwood fluffs floating by.

I can hear the roar of the Ogden River in spring.

I can feel the soft grass underneath me as I stare up at the clouds.

Oh, Ben Lomond – my favorite mountain on the planet, smiling down over the valley. How I long to look out the window and see it.

I miss my hearts home.