Dear provo,

I will miss you.

I am going home for the summer. See you in the fall.

I will miss your multiple frozen yogurt parlors, your creamery ice cream, late night walks by the duck pond, even later chats with my roommates, the ability to make a joke referencing the Book of Mormon, everyone understanding BYU stereotypes, student singles wards, and living in a giant apartment complex of Christlike love.

And how I knew I could always call someone to listen to me when I needed it. That I plan to try and keep, actually.

But you never know; some things change, even if you try to stop them.