Utah

I was born here. When I come I feel a connection, but with what? I really only know a few people living here. Some family, some old companions, some roommates... there are a few familiar places, but so much more that new and unknown. Are there voices speaking to me from the dust? Is there a common bond felt with common beliefs and goals? Maybe I feel at one with my younger self and her filed and floating memories?
The air is different, the streets are wider, and even the milk tastes like the cow it came from was well, a cow.