A Series of Places Lived: Utah

Since I married my husband over 6 years ago, we have lived in 7 different places. I have felt very inspired to document these experiences. I think, ultimately, it will benefit my children to know what I have learned.


Utah: My husband and I met in our apartment complex, off-campus, at Brigham Young University. He had a friend who was dating my roommate, and he was interested in me, so we spent a lot of time around each other. I may get into that in a different post, but basically, we dated for 3 months, were engaged for 3 months and were married on August 1st, 2009.

When we first married, we lived in an older basement apartment just about a half mile from campus. We had a backyard and a garage, along with a beautiful and delicious plum tree right outside our door.

We attended class and each worked part-time on campus. Because it was our first real experience of relinquishing any financial dependence on our parents, we chose not to pay for internet in our apartment and instead we would stay on campus, doing homework, until they closed the buildings at 11:00pm. That was one of the biggest mistakes we have made. Both of us suffered in our studies, since our homework was extremely dependent on our ability to do research and take care of other business online.

Our neighbors were Ukranian. A man and woman in their forties and their 14 year old son. We were friendly, though not friends with them. I imagine that they thought we were young and interested in things other than getting to know them. Which was probably true.

Provo is unlike any other college town I have known. When my husband and I were dating, we lived in an apartment complex among several other apartment complexes. In it, there were Nepalese, Indian, and Asian students, as well as a few from the Ivory Coast; other than, of course, the traditional student who typically hailed from Utah, California, Idaho, and Arizona. Provo is the kind of place that you can get anything you want, but it’s not shoved in your face. None of my friends drank or experimented with drugs. Typically, we watched movies on the weekend and drove out through Provo Canyon to watch the leaves turn in the fall.

USA, Utah, La Sal Mountains from Arches National Park
There is a beauty in Utah. Besides the mountains in which all civilization resides, there are ever-changing trees and plants, plenty of animals in spite of the ever-growing human population, and  a lot of lively, local restaurants and recreational spots. It wasn’t more than a 10 minute drive to the canyon where you could camp, fish, hike, or just drive through and have a look. Within 45 minutes you could drive up to Salt Lake City and enjoy the more eclectic group of people that live there, while checking out concerts, art, history, and an unsightly amount of inversion.

We loved Utah. Maybe because it was where we met. Maybe because we love having four seasons, being poor, and studying in school. Maybe we love it because it’s easy to love.

salt_lake_city_3.jpgHowever, we don’t know if we could raise our children there. I mean, we could, but would we want to? We are members of the Mormon church, and we refer to this particular sect of our faith as Utah Mormons, because they can be very different from the rest of the church (did you know that the majority of our members don’t even live in the U.S.?) Some of my very favorite people and best friends were raised in Utah. But, still, there remains a competitive attitude, a sense of comparison that I don’t ever feel happy to indulge. Though, I suppose that if we had to move there to live, we woulddo it happily.





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