Why We Moved

We moved last month from Mapleton to Salt Lake City. It was a difficult but logical choice. But sometimes a sensible, practical choice is a hard and painful one as well.

Here is the practical side.

First of all, I have, for almost two years, spent 60 to 80 hours commuting to work each month. I needed to convert that time into family time and a bit of it to work time. (My current job is the most demanding of my career.) My commute is now all of seven minutes, on foot—sometimes five minutes, when I hit the crosswalk right.

Secondly, my health is not all that great, still. It is a great comfort, and convenience, to be close to our domicile and my wife. Sometimes the pain comes on suddenly, and it is much better to be a few minutes from home rather than 60 miles away.

Lastly, simplification. Our lives, now on a smaller scale, are much simpler. We are living in an apartment for the first time since 1983. We have only one car. We have no yard. I won’t be shoveling any snow this winter. We live four minutes away from a grocery store. In fact, we can get to most of the places we need to go by foot or rail.

But I miss our old ward and the people I love there. I miss our kind neighbors. I miss seeing our horses out the front window. I miss our chickens. I miss our dog that we had to put down last winter. I miss my old, rattle-trap pickup. I miss the quiet of the country. I miss Maple Mountain.

If we were financially and physically able, I would move back. That is at the heart of this. We tried for many months to figure out a way to buy a house. Nothing worked. Finally, the idea of a practical move dawned on us and it has worked out well, except for the heartbreak.

But. But.

My dream is to own a home on land. To own horses and cattle and chickens again. To have a barn and a shop and a pickup and a four-horse trailer. To live in a wide, open space.

My life is not my own any longer. It doesn’t feel like it, anyway. It seems like it belongs to a different purpose. As much as I feel like I’ve lost control, I also feel a need to consecrate everything I have. I don’t know where it will take me.

But I want to go home.

5 thoughts on “Why We Moved

  1. Moving is just plain tough—you can't make it any different or what it's not. You have fellow travelers in Dale and I. We have lived in Bend for three and a half years and have moved five times; like you no moving company and not always because we wanted. So I know your mindset and how it turns your life upside down. I would Iike my own house again as well, but I am pretty much resigned to being required to live this way. I find I have to ground myself by knowing I am not alone and that it is a beautiful world and I am still a part of it. Remembering that our Savior, Jesus Christ had no place to lay his head causes me to be incredibly thankful that I do. I can see you both being of much service where you are. City people, it seems to me, need it more than most because it is in a more impersonal area and it seems harder to find those who care. There is always some one on a street corner or hidden in your ward that needs you and Cristi's magic—some simple gestures that have the potential to change a life. We struggle with some of the same issues you do and we wish you godspeed in feeling a sense of peace and contentment 🙂


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