It's been a bumpy ride since I've moved to Utah. The highs have been very high and the lows very low.
I can't believe it's going to be eight years since I boarded the Amtrak train to come out here. I was alone with only my books and old MP3 player to keep me occupied. I felt like one of the pioneers packed to the gills with my clothing and other things that could fit into two pieces of luggage.
A lot has happened since I moved out here. I learned the hard way that not all Latter-day Saint men who served missions would be good to me and for me. In fact, I almost married a very toxic man. After that relationship ended, I took a couple of years to work on myself. I continued in my studies for my MBA, went on dates very seldom, and worked to better myself so I don't have to depend on a husband to support me. I also joined a community choir, Sterling Singers, and have been coming out of my shell that way too. I wanted to be in a good place for when Mr. Right came along.
When he did, I messed it up, and am scared that I may have missed my chance. I still have a ways to go. I just pray that I haven't messed things up with him.
Slan go foill...
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