I went to Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah for one year (plus an extra summer semester) and it was definitely the funnest (I don't care if funnest isn't a word) year of my life. I had great roommates, excellent classes (except 8 am biology... what was I thinking???), and I loved the whole atmosphere. Most of all though, Provo felt like home.
I've lived a lot of places in my life so I'm of the attitude now that home is wherever you make it. It doesn't really matter to me where I live- I could move anywhere (except somewhere cold- Alberta is cold enough thankyouverymuch). But there's something about Utah... every time I go it just feels like home.
Me in front of the new Provo temple
So my Friday Love goes to Utah, that beautifully Mormon state.