Purple Mountain Majesties

From the day I learned I was moving from Utah to North Carolina, I knew immediately. I was going to miss the beatiful mountains that surrounded my home.

Yes, I knew I would miss my friends and family, but they can be contacted. Called. Talked with on a regular basis. Mountains, things of nature...they disappear. Photos do not do them justice. Explanations and imaginings can only go so far.

As we drove beyond the mountains and they slowly turned to flat plains, we took one last look and waved goodbye. My heart fell, but I was excited for my new adventure.

I was happily surprised, when I reached North Carolina. There were so many things to look at, so many new things to do, new places to be, a new place to explore. The mountains quickly left my mind.

As time passed, I thought my infatuation would quickly die out and my love and longing for mountains would soon come back. I was wrong. I had quickly grown to love all of the beautiful trees, the sunlight, beaches, and fun beachy towns and bright colored houses. Mountains were still completely out of mind.
5 months later, and all was well. Until just yesterday. As we drove home from one of the many Walmarts near our home, I looked out at the trees like I always do, and had an overwhelming sensation of "Where are my mountains?!" A quick passing but intense panick attack hit.

I miss my purple mountain majesties. The sense of direction, comfort, and beauty they provided. I do still love my trees, I just wish they could be set against the beautiful mountains I grew up around. The trees are beautiful, but I am assured now, that nothing will replace my beautiful Utah mountains.