It might not have the same ring as "live from New York," but I'm happy to be here just the same. I really do love Provo. The big city is pretty magical, especially at this time of year, but Provo is a great place to have grown up and it's a great place to come back to. Plus, my family is here, and spending an hour with my brother, Riley, is more hilarious than an hour's worth of comedy sketches on Saturday Night Live.
Apparently, though, I'm missing a magnificent snow storm back in Brooklyn. As in, "church is canceled" big snow storm, which must be big because I've seen a few doozies in the last couple of winters, but this is the first time I've known them to cancel church. The part of me that has to venture outside is glad I'm missing it, but the rest of me wishes I wasn't.
I am, however, incredibly relieved that our plane was scheduled to depart before the storm hit, otherwise today I would not have been able to drive a car for the first time in two years. As I got behind the wheel, I was a little nervous that I would have forgotten how to make a car safely go (and so was Blake as he got situated in the passenger seat), but just like you can't forget how to ride a bike, you can't forget how to drive a car. It all came back to me in a heartbeat, and it made me kind of wish that we still had a car to drive back in New York. In the two and a half years we've lived in Brooklyn, I've never actually driven there, and I've only occasionally ridden in cars as a passenger, but I have apparently nonetheless developed a New York driving mentality. So if in the next week you pass me on the road, please forgive me my uncontrollable urge to honk and drive aggressively.
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So long as your driving isn't quite as wild as the taxi drivers!!! now that's scary! Enjoy Provo and tell your family Hi from me!
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