Utah: an adventure after all!

I haven't written in quite awhile. I've been home, living in my parents house, for almost three months now and I am rapidly approaching my next Latin American adventure. I leave in a week and a half for New York, to see Haley and the BIG APPLE, and then Nicaragua a week after that. After buying my tickets the other day the upcoming change felt like a brick in my stomach... one that will take some time to digest. The weird thing is, the whole time I've been in Utah I've acted like it was a chore... a place to come to, rest for a bit, work and save money... not a place to really have fun in or live in.... and certainly not a place to forge new experiences. It turns out that I was immensely wrong. Utah is an amazing place. Between the desert in southern Utah and the high alpine Wasatch Mountains, the geography is diverse, gripping, and immeasurably soul cleansing. The dry crisp air fills me with hope, energy, and enthusiasm, and the friends that I still have here are of the most incredible stock. I've filled my days with working in a genetics lab run by David, a crazy hippie who celebrates and supports all people's lifestyles, my karate master of molecular biology Kazuzuyki, teaching me 'his way' in a wax on wax off fashion of pipetting, and rockclimbing with my tough as nails and inspiring as shit mountain friends. I feel warm and healthy from three months of good meals at home with my parents, and I feel rejuvenated from my emotional windstorm of a breakup with Izzy. My time here has been phenomenal, and it is with a taste of sadness that I prepare to leave, once again, on another adventure. More blogs are sure to come soon!