I Will Go Where You Want Me To Go...

With two of our kids in college, two more to follow in a few years, and one married daughter we have chosen to follow our kids lead…

And move to Utah.

Actually it is a lot more complicated and bureaucratic than that, but it serendipitously happened to coincide that one of the positions Mr. W was offered is in Utah. We weren’t planning on going to Utah, in fact we’ve never wanted to live in Utah. We were waiting for the final stamp of approval (as with anything governmental there are many layers and committees stuff must go through until anything happens) for a transfer to Virginia when two weeks ago Mr. W gets a call there is a slot in Utah, “it’s yours if you want it”. The tipping factor in choosing Utah over  Virginia – FAMILY. Yes, three of the five kids will be there and we can still drive to see family in northern California and for our family and friends in Southern California it is now a doable drive.

 So Utah, here we come. 

 It’s not that we don’t like Oregon, actually when we came here six years ago we figured we’d retire here. Then a year into Mr. W being a supervisor here “they” instituted a rule that one can only be a supervisor for five years then you must change positions. Five years are up.

We never know the things that will shape and direct our lives but we are going forward with faith knowing after twenty-five years of marriage and about sixteen relocations that each move, each place, every new person we meet and each friend we hold on to has enriched our lives.