When I look up at the clouds, I remember floating over them… It was just a week ago… I frequently think of Mongolia and those I knew there.
I feel like my wings have been clipped. It’ll be a long time before I can fly again.
…But what a place to land…
I’ve moved down south to Provo. Walking up and down this BYU campus, I’ve been amazed at how a place can be so routinely beautiful. For the first couple days, I wasn’t sure I hadn’t stumbled into some heavenly garden.
I’ve searched for jobs. School starts on Monday.