I think as of right now, Provo, UT is my favorite city. Yeah, Winter Haven is where I was raised and all of my childhood memories are attached to this town and this house, but Provo is where I became me.
Florida, I have discovered, kinda sucks my identity out of me. I was sitting in my room the other day just thinking and for the life of me, I couldn't remember who I was. Obviously I could remember the superficial stuff, but I couldn't remember who I was. It was weird. In Provo, I know who I am. My role in the world is so much clearer to me there.
Maybe it's because there, I'm an adult. Here, I'm a kid (don't be offended, mom! I mean that in the best way possible!) but out West, I have to make it on my own and rely on myself so much more.
I've grown into a real person out there. I've made friendships and memories that will last forever. I've found tall, Mormon boys that aren't related to me!
Provo is a magical place.
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