I miss the white fluffy stuff

I've been trying not to think about what's going on in Utah. I just miss it so much and feel sad whenever my thoughts go there.

Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy here. I love my new life here in Carrboro. I love going home to Casey and cooking dinner with him (or at least watching him cook). I love going climbing with him on Tue/Thur nights and feel humbled every time trying out a new route (I still hold the opinion that grades here are harder than Utah). I love biking in the North Carolina Forest... it's a small area packed with tons of quick winding trails! I love being able to walk to the grocery store, farmer's marked... and YES, an ice-cream shop, I mean the best ice-cream shop!! I love obsessing with Arrested Development(which btw, is probably the most awesome show that has been canceled... Damn Fox) with Marc and Casey, trying to finish the whole three seasons in two weeks. I love going to work every day, feeling I'm being productive and appreciated. I love my new friend in the lab, Bea. I love all the girly talk with her and of course, bitching with her :-p And did I mention that I love love my new boss!!

But, I still miss Utah. I miss all the cool people there. I miss the fact everywhere I look, I could see mountains. I miss making a climbing trip to the cottonwoods or even the AF canyon after work. And now with the days getting shorter, winter coming closer, I miss skiing! Man, I miss skiing. I don't know why I did it, but I watched a short youtube skiing video just now when I had lunch at my desk. All the white fluffy stuff got me crying like a kid (hopefully nobody saw that in the lab). I didn't expect myself to be so ridiculously emotional about it. (OK, I actually knew I would do something like that) I still remember they used to run a pretty old short video for Park City, with soft music, and not-glorious-at-all 80's skiing on one of the channels I got living at the university village. Every time I watch that or just flip through that, it got me kinda emotional. I can't explain it, but the cold, the white and the steep just always holds the soft spot deep inside me.