Leaving Logan

Almost seven years ago, I left Logan for the first time. It was my first time living away from home and what began as a very difficult experience grew into a life-changing memory. I made many friends. I went out shopping and did laundry on my own for the first time. I fell in love with ultimate frisbee. I had my first real part time job. I grew to love the quiet college town with its beautiful scenery and friendly residents. It had become my home. But I had to leave to accomplish serving a mission. When I drove down Main Street leaving the town behind, I cried. I was only going to be gone for two years, but I cried.

Two weeks ago, I left Logan for the second time. A winter storm was approaching so we had to move quick. My dad and I threw all my belongings into boxes and garbage bags and piled them into our family's Suburban. Everyone was still gone for Christmas break, so there were no goodbyes and definitely no crying. The whole process was like ripping off a Band-Aid. Only it was a Band-Aid that had been attached to my heart and soul for nearly a decade.

Last Thursday, I went back to Logan to say goodbye. I visited USU campus and the Best Western. I drove down Main Street again and up the roads where I'd like to walk and think. I said goodbye to my friends. I slept in my old apartment. (with permission, of course.) Most importantly, I was able to close that chapter of my life. I love everything about Logan and Cache Valley, but it had run its course. I'm excited for Salt Lake City and whatever new challenges and experience await. And I'll look forward to returning to Logan again. As a visitor.