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Two Writing Teachers
It was a huge decision to move to a new state, just the two of us. I went to college only an hour away, and when we got married, we lived 20 minutes from our families. This was going to be a new experience for both of us.
We sold our house and Jeff flew out after helping me pack the house. Granny Pat, Candy the dog and I drove out to Utah, taking three days to make the trek. The moving truck would take 5 days.
The trip was mostly uneventful. The dog slept most of the first day in the back seat. We found snow in Wyoming (in October!) and crazy winds. I had visited Utah one weekend before moving there, but now this was going to be my home.
I wasn't prepared for the sight I would see when we rounded the corner on Interstate 80, winding along the Wasatch front, facing west over the city. The day was clear. The mountains were sharp. The city looked fresh. What a difference from Chicago!
This was my new town. We would be living in Salt Lake and working in Park City. Our commute would consist of a nearly 4,000-foot ascent through the mountains on a winding interstate.
Looking back, we made lots of new friends and had many fun experiences. We've gone back twice with the girls to visit. They were amazed by the rocky terrain.
Some days I miss the mountains - their firm place on the horizon. The sheer cliffs and snow-topped peaks. It was an adventure, living far from home, but I would do it again in a heartbeat.
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