Hi, friends.
I’m finally writing to you from the library in Springdale, Utah. It may be one of the nicest libraries I’ve been in for being such a small area. I will include a picture* so you can see what a magnificent spot it’s in. Up the hill, there are basketball and tennis courts, a playground, and a community garden. I’m hoping to volunteer there a few times at least while I’m here. I’ll be sure to let you know if that happens.
I am distinctly aware of the ticking sounds my nails are making on the keys as I type this. I prefer to get my nails done with the powder or gel for quite a few health reasons, but I naïvely did not plan on how difficult it would be to get them done here. They’re now at exactly the length I don’t like, and the result is that now I am one of those people with a Macbook in public just click-click-clacking away on my computer. Who do I think I am?
That question has been on my mind a lot in these past few weeks. Meeting a whole group of new people who know nothing about me or where I’m from and continuing to find genuine friendship in so many other people has been overwhelming my heart.
It’s always scary to think of all the ways something can go wrong, but I find it’s even scarier to imagine even a single way something could go right. Life here has continued to bring me more good every day. I feel so far from real life in the best way possible. I miss my friends and my cat and my art supplies but otherwise I am content here. I know it will change somehow. I know I will have to leave. But for now, I am letting the rightness scare me, and I will deal with the wrongness in the end.
Still alive from Springdale,
Julia
*I only had a video of the library, but enjoy the photo of me from right outside.