Intentions and the Road to Provo

I am staring down the realization that at the end of this month I will have been living in THE VALLEY for three years. Now lest those of you who know me think, "Hmmm she stayed in the same place for THREE years?" let me remind you that I have moved three times in that three years. All of this was in an attempt to find a bubble of Joy in a place I consider nothing short of Happy McDisneyland. What can I say; I have a good job and a great man. I can usually cope with the place we live.

Our last move was brought on by my last church congregation nearly killing me with a calling that was impossible, and a group of ungrateful individuals who cared for no one but themselves, which made my job nigh unto suicidal. Now, however, we have found a quiet little corner of the world where the neighbors are good (albeit very loud when enjoying the benefits of marriage), and the church congregation is down to earth and full of intelligent individuals instead of sheep. So with ear plugs I embrace my humble abode. Our little three bedroom is clean, new, and just big enough for us to add a kid to the mix. That is our master plan for this month, more on that later, when there is more than a hope to talk about.

I guess the point of all this is just to say that I didn't plan on staying here this long. A lot of good things have come from living here. Some people say it is easier to live in Utah than outside, but I would say that I have had to fight, work, and pray much harder while living here than I ever did outside of the Mormon Bubble. I have never been one to sway with the wind, so being here is a challenge every day, but I am surviving, even thriving despite my original conceptions of this place. I am beginning to feel at peace which means that we will probably move soon (in the next year or so) since God rarely lets me get comfortable. I intended to be here for a year. All my intentions have paved my road to Provo and out again.