This city has raised me. It’s become part of me. The people, the mountains, its diversity, and insanity... even its naïveness is part of me. Just like this city I have thick LDS back ground, but am bursting at the seams for adventure, something better than I already am... full of flaws and this annoying chipper "I'm great" and "going places" attitude that is smothering to those who can’t keep up. But like this city I have made the decision to use what I already have and work with it. Make it better and hope that the bad things will inevitably rise with best of it. I hope that people look past the dirty neighborhoods and my weak points, wishing that if I could be forgiven for anything... It would be for being me... in love with life, love, my dreams, and the little pretty things that are too easily forgotten...
I have been looking for a place to call my home. And have found that as long as I have my bicycles... those two wheels... I am at home, but it is Ogden, what it contains, from Wall Avenue to Indians trail. With long loved soul-friends, passing tipsy strangers, and wise long lived trees... This place is as agreeable as spring, but as limiting as a dark winter. It’s just the way you look at it, what I want it to be for myself.... I have a soft enthusiastic place in my heart for this city.... but am aching to escape it, just so I can learn like I did my days in France, that it’s not where you are that makes you happy. It’s what you love.... and sharing that passion with others is the icing on the cake.... but I need to get out and find myself a little more... perfect me a little more, have my eyes peeled open, listen to the music in the wind. After all... all the answers are in the wind... I guess my point is that I love Ogden, but I have hurt here too... and I need to get away for a minute... I have ... A traveling bug. :P
