I've lived in this town for over seven years now (SEVEN!). Almost a quarter of my life. Mine and David's entire story takes place in Rexburg, and even though it is remote and snowy and slushy and has so many obnoxious BYUI students, it is a very special place.
pic jacked from Ashley's Instagram
Clark! This is the only place our son has known. We were married for almost 4 years before we had him, and now he's almost 3, and all of that happened here in town. He was born at Madison Memorial, just a couple blocks away from our apartment on Main Street, the tiny one bedroom we brought him home to. I don't think he'll have any memories of living here, and that makes me a little sad, because we've had so much fun.
BYU-Idaho. It's a weird little school with a weird little student body, and I know a lot of people roll their eyes at it, but I really did love my time there. I started my first semester feeling very, very lost and I graduated wholly in love with writing. BYUI gave me that beautiful gift and I will always refuse to hate on it because of that. I'm a little sad I won't be sticking around long enough to try and land a job in the English department.
Mostly I'll miss all the little routines. Driving 90 minutes up the road to West Yellowstone to eat Beartooth Barbecue and go to a Playmill show every summer, where I always knew at least 1 or 2 people in the cast. Taking visiting family to Mesa Falls and stopping along the way to throw bread to the massive trout (also the place where I ran my half marathon!). Riding my bike all over town in the summertime. Bundling Joony up as much as I could to go for a 15 minute walk to the ice cream shop down the road. My best friend living across the street from me and having Pie & Broad Shpitty nights every week. My yearly ice slip where I fall flat on my back (I might not actually miss that one very much).
I can't even tell you how many incredible friends I've made here, and with the exception of a few, every single one has left this little town for new lives and big adventures. I always hug them tight, and I tear up and try not to break into sobs in front of them, and I tell them they'll visit and I'll visit, and then I always call my mom afterwards while I wail-sob into the phone about how unfair it is. How very, very tired of good-bye I am. How exhausting it is to keep trying to form new friendships.
I've imagined over and over what it would be like when it was my turn to get in a car and drive away, imagined where I might be headed, what it might feel like to leave for the last time. I thought I would feel so much relief and happiness, but you know what? Right now I just feel sad and prematurely homesick for this place that was always supposed to be temporary but became home somewhere along the way. It feels unfair that my family is in California, and David's is in Georgia, and we've made this home in Idaho, and now we're going to Arizona, so no matter where I go I'm always missing someone, and usually a couple someones. I have been desperately lonely and sad and cold, but I have also lived glory days here. It will always sort of feel like home. I always wanted to be Arizona-bound when I left here and I am so grateful that we are...but I love Rexburg and I am heartbroken to be closing this chapter.