perpetual sameness

It’s a theme I’ve rehashed for so long in conversations (and I’m talking YEARS of the same tired tirade) that it feels boring to visit it again here, but Alika’s entry did leave me wanting to brush past it:

Provo: we’re still here. It’s 2012. And we’re… still… HERE.

That said, I’m relatively happy. I love Sunflower and its fresh, cheap produce; Dr. C’s and the Good Earth shops; I love affordable dining and the MOA and the BYU library. And there’s a vibrancy to Provo — probably from its college kids — that makes the town reek with youth and energy and optimism.

Yes. I really am pretty happy here. The ward is good; I like the dynamics. People aren’t really focused on stuff, or impressing others, or acquiring status. We mostly just love each other and take care of each other.

And, although the title might imply that I’m ready for change (okay, that’s true) I’m also not one of those people who has to move all the time, or gets bored constantly, or needs change for its own sake.

Nope. Give me same. Give me same. Give me same.

I’d just like same with a bigger house and a bigger yard. And, if I’m getting picky, slightly better schools and much better winters.

But really, I just know that change will happen. The freeway’s construction will end, and we’ll need our next project to work on. Chances are, that will be in Texas. So biding my time in our two-bedroom house? Getting slightly old.

I want the herb garden. The vegetable garden. The root cellar. The chickens, the bees, and maybe (!) a cute and moderately friendly bunny that could eat all our carrot juice fiber. I also want my living room back — as in, all children sleeping in bedrooms. And I don’t really care much where I get them; I’m sure the Lord has his own plans for us, anyway. I’m just getting impatient waiting for the next phase of life to start.

PS I do have to add that there’s a very high level of crunchiness in my section of Provo. I’m always astounded by how many non-medicated birthers we have, not to mention alternative medicine folks and babywearers. I know it might not be typical of Utah County overall, but really, my little corner of Provo couldn’t be a better fit for me.