I love you. I love you so much it borders on *idolatry.
I love mountains.
I love the grocery store one block from my house that has a produce section the size of the one in Woodman's and a bulk foods section the size of the produce section back in Jefferson. I love that a pound of ORGANIC raw sugar costs half what REGULAR raw sugar costs there.
I love that the city planners were geniuses, and I can get almost anywhere in the city within 20 minutes. Also, the grid system. Brilliant!
I love that this weather is considered unusually cold.
I love the millions of good consignment stores here. Thrift stores JUST for kids' stuff. Barely-used high-quality cloth diapers for $4.
I love this apartment. Just about everything about it, so I won't bore you with my mile-long list.
What don't I love?
Stompy upstairs neighbors (we'll get used to it).
Our mailbox is across the complex.
As is the recycling dumpster.
And the regular dumpster.
I suppose if Utah were perfect, I'd become spoiled. It's close enough to perfect for me.
*Dear church ladies, and maybe my dad: Not really! Hyperbole!