Dear Provo,

I like it here in New York, but I miss your mountains and people and grid system. Dear Provo, you were so good to this East Coast girl. You welcomed me with my preconceived notions; left me with sweet memories and a subtle longing for an evening at the duck pond. You really set me straight. Yes, I'm back home and I love it, but you should know that I still think about those 5 lovely years spent in your care. And sometimes I wish I could go back.