You have my empathy. I hated living in Utah too. It was pre-Olympics and everything was much more 'church' run and uber conservative. Finding good coffee even in SLC was tough.
Where's home?
Oh, I know where to find some amazing coffee, it's not the politics of Utah, it's the people and the fact that it's almost all city. Everybody drives me up the wall, because they're all "in-your-face" type people. Even the ones who aren't trying to be in your face, are in your face, because they live too close for comfort. I don't even have a yard here, because I live in an apartment. I always had a yard to play in when I was growing up. Here, I'm scared to let my daughter out to play without me, and with my newborn son, I'm not going to go outside with her all the time. I'm not even joking here, at any point, you can look at the Utah news, and find that someone has killed another person, or there's someone who's taken hostages somewhere. Countless times, there have been husbands who come home and kill their whole family, before committing suicide. No way am I letting my little girl out to play, where she could be picked up or killed at any given moment. Just two days ago, a teenager in my neighborhood lit the playground on fire.
Home is Wyoming, where I could walk miles and not see another person. I could go out in the yard, and my parents weren't scared someone was going to pick me up and haul off with me. Even when we lived in town, they didn't have to worry about that. I had a dog, and I had a garden, and chickens, and goats, and ducks. I have literally lost touch with all of my friends, since moving to Utah; so much that every once in a while, I wonder if I even have any real friends anymore. Home is not Utah, and never will be. Mark my words; when the end of times comes, Utah will be one of the first places to "go up in flames".