I believe I have now been in Utah for 7 weeks. I haven't looked at the calendar to confirm this, but I'm pretty sure I'm right anyway. And for the most part it's all good here. I like my job- the sole purpose in moving here- so that's good. It's a big change going from the oldest company in the world to a new little start-up. But it has been fun and it has been worth it so far.
I like my house and I'm learning to deal with the horses. As much as I love horses, I don't love them outside my bedroom window throwing hissy fits. But the good news is that they are moving in a few weeks. And then they are building a Target behind my house. I'm pretty sure I'm going to miss the horses with that all starts.
It's fun and boring living alone. I enjoy the solitude most of the time, but then I get bored and realize I have nothing to do, no place to go, no one to call and there's only so many times a day I can get online and amuse myself. While I have no desire to ever have a roommate again, it would be nice to at least have a person nearby to talk to.
Which reminds me, last night might be the first time ever in my life I have freaked out over sounds in the house. I have a really good security system on the house, but really, what good is it? A security system tells you when someone has entered the house. It doesn't really stop them from entering. It just tells you that someone did. Anyway, it was late last night, my sleeping pills were kicking in and suddenly I swear I heard someone talking downstairs. I got up and investigated, only to realize it was someone in the backyard talking to the horses. (One of these days I'm going to find a measuring tape and figure out exactly how many feet there are from the bedroom to the first horse stall. You'll see why I'm complaining so much.)
As with all moves, I knew it would take some time to make some friends and get comfortable. I'm lucky that I work with a great group of people, so I do get a lot of social interaction during the day. My frustrations and loneliness tend to come on weekends, or late in the week when I'm overly bored. I have started meeting people, like at the camp out over the weekend. But most of them were single moms or married couples, and while they are great, they aren't hang out buddies, ya know?
Which all leads up to attending church. I've gone to church all but 1 Sunday since I have lived here. And I still don't have a ward (congregation) that I belong to yet. Technically, I'm too old for a singles ward, however, there are a few around here for the over 30 crowd. But they have geographic boundaries- primarily Provo and Orem. There is a singles ward down here in Hickville, but rumor has it it is for the under 30 crowd. I've attended one of the over 30's wards a few times and liked it. I find it completely bizarre to go to church on the BYU campus when I'm not a student. And I find it even more bizarre to go to church in an English classroom. But just like my undergrad days, I'm sure I'll get over it. (except in my undergrad days we met one year in a moot court room in the law school, and in a science pit the next year. i nearly had the entire periodic table of elements memorized that year.) Back to my point. It feels strange not belonging to a ward yet. The ward I like and have attended has given me conflicting info so far. I was told by some people that my records could be in that ward, and then by others that they never let outsider's records in. And so far, getting the attention of the bishop has proven more difficult than usual. But then again, I've been rather shy a lot lately too. If that ward won't "let me in" I'm not sure what I'll do. I've never before realized how simple it would be to just slip between the cracks and no one would ever know or care.
Side thought- I do think it is rude and strange that I can live on a street that is 99% Mormon and not one person has come over to meet me yet. (There is an Indian family (dots not feathers) that lives across the street. I'm guessing they aren't LDS.) They know I am here. They know the Livingstons left, and I leave my car outside of the garage sometimes, just so they'll know I'm in here. Some kid has come twice asking for fast offerings, and twice I pointed out that I'm not the Livingstons and therefore not giving him any money. But other than that, I feel pretty invisible here. I even sat outside and read my mail, kinda hoping to at least see people. I only saw more horses. Go figure.
Sad thought for the day. There are a few things coming up that I want to go do. They would be a lot more fun to do with a friend. For instance, watch the 4th of July fireworks and go see the new Harry Potter movie. I'll go do them alone. But I hope I have friends by then. It is just sad to watch fireworks alone.
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