You know, I'm not sure how I feel at the moment. When I loved from Rexburg, I was devastated to be leaving behind some of the greatest friends of my life, but so excited to be heading to Provo for a new adventure. I didn't cry until my 1st Sunday in my new ward. The realization that I didn't know anybody hit me...and it hit me hard. I didn't like the feeling that everybody was staring us wondering if we were getting to know. My Provo chapter was a difficult one. Even though I have lots of family relatively close by, our schedules didn't allow for us to get together often. That's part of life. It always seemed to be the big events that got us together.
Big trials hit our family. Trials that rocked my boat and threatened to capsize me. These are things I will be glad to leave in Provo. I'm hoping that one day I can look back and see the positive impact those particular hurdles had. For now, I say ado to all of them.
On a positive note, I am actually excited to move to Wyoming; words I never thought I'd hear myself utter. I wonder if I'll always be a wanderer, awaiting my next chapter. I hope not. I hope that I can one day feel like I am home. For now, I'll enjoy the book and just keep reading. Every page has been an adventure and best seller (whether in tragedy, romance, or just plain good non-fiction).