Perspective

There was a point this summer when I felt like I was being left behind by my friends who were graduating college and going onto bigger and better things. Whether they were moving for graduate school, a job, or just because they could, I was envious. After all, what did I have to look forward to once school was over? Getting a job, hopefully one I liked, and then what?

Recently one of those friends confided that it wasn't all that it was cracked up to be and they long for the comforts of home and familiarity. Turns out most of the people I previously wished I could trade shoes with are just as eager to trade with me.

In a small way I think I have a sense for what they must feel being so far away. I may have only moved to Park City, but I'm still not very familiar with where places are and how things work here. I am frequently asking Jason where this restaurant or that store is. And I've had to rely on the GPS in my phone more times than I care to admit.

Several people have made the trek up Parley's to visit but not as often as I'd like. Parley's is such a deterrent, especially in the winter, from going or coming. Damn you canyon.

I know that this is just an adjustment period and that things will get better- I just need to improve my coping skills.

So while the grass may appear greener on the other side (of the canyon, country, etc.), it's really probably just a different type of grass. We/I need to learn to be content with the local flora and fauna.

(Two posts in one week. Go me!)