Dear St George...

Dear St George,

Since moving here to HELL...er... I mean St George, I have gone thru a few stages.

#1 "ohh this is kinda nice"

#2 " remove all sharp objects im going to hurt myself"

#3 " Better remove all combustable objects too, befor i blow up this town"

#4" there ARE normal aged people here!!"

#5 " okay, its not THAT bad"

and my all around generalized thought...

#6 " just learn to love it, because you can be happy/ unhappy anywhere"

SOOO to embrace my inner hatred and love for you...IE: this city, i am trying to find things to do that will increase my adoration, and decreese my loathing for you.

Such as hiking in Kanarraville caves just south of Cedar City- Its wet, its up-hill, its down-hill, and its beautiful. Since im not a big hiker, and alot of what to do in this city IS hiking related... im learning to cope.( say a small prayer for me)

Next, is the randomeness that is this city- While my awsome roomate and i were out walking on night on your warm, heated streets, we happened up on this- the MOST effective fence in all of this tiny city of STG (just happy and greatful it didnt "house" a big great angry dog)

And Lastley, I have to tell my self just how pretty you as this town actually are- Your not brown and drab, Your not a ugly hazy green- but bright green and red, next to amazingly blue skys( wow i almost convinced myself how pretty you actually are here! scary!) I have a stunning temple less than 3 blocks from my front door, and since the town is so small I usually can get away with a tank of gas a month ( A MONTH!!!)

With all the love that I can muster up towards you, you tiny, packed-full-of-old-people, no shopping, and little if any entertainment one horse town, i will continue to live here, punished as I am-for at least a little while longer.

Love ♥ Ryanne

Maybe this little "love letter" to the STG will strike my heart strings and bring a tear to my eye... but i doubt it.