I will tell you how that happened in my life. I think it has something to do with small and simple things.
My first shock came when I-15 went from two lanes to three and then four. "Oh ya, four-lane highways are the norm. I forgot what those looked like."
Then the sun set and the valley floor sparkled, and I remembered that it does that here.
I saw a billboard advertisement for an elite health club and thought, "Are there actually people who care that much about what they look like?" Then I remembered that I'm a Gold Member there. I looked down at my wallet and could see the card that proves it, with "Miss" preceding my name, and alongside it is a slender looking picture of myself. I was embarassed.
Shooting past downtown Salt Lake, I caught a glimpse of some once familiar social hot-spots. The sports bat where we would go after Jazz games to catch Sports Center and laugh as we split baskets of fries. Seeing the large block letters of NORDSTROM was as close as I've ever come to waking from a coma and remember the life you left. I've been deleting their emails about new arrivals and the mark down of old ones without even a blink.
Salt Lake really is a metropolis crawling with unquenchable consumers and salted with businesses all selling some form of pop culture. I never considered myself as a "city girl". I never really considered Salt Lake a city. I knew it was developed and more people seemed to flood here every year, but it still didn't qualify as a a real "city" in my mind. It was like Salt Lake had been unveiled and although all the streets looked exactly as I remembered them; I had never really seen this place. Where was I when I was growing up? I can't be a city girl, that isn't me. If I were a cartoon and wearing the same outfit everyday, I would pick my favorite AE shorts, Chacos, and a Patagonia sweater. City girl? I think not.
But regardless of how I view myself, I think I have a mental facade because now the true life I used to lead is very apparent.
When I came home, I opened the fridge and literally almost cried tears of thanksgiving. I don't remember ever having that much food. What I do remember is opening the fridge after practice and ordering pizza because there was nothing to eat.
I went down to my room, walked into my closet, and wished I could donate it all (some with the tags still on them.)
Yes, I was a city girl.
I asked my mom if she was excited for General Conference. She told me that she was, and then raved about all the seafood she had ordered from her favorite caterer for us to eat in between sessions.
And now i sit in my room, remembering how comfortable a bed can be, and feeling like a big greedy pig. Now I see it. I grew up in the city.
Somewhere in these four weeks I was changed. I was transformed from what my society had made me into, to being grateful that my '97 Camry still has two hubcaps.
I was changed and I knew it not.