My Journey Home

On the move once again...

This seems to be my pattern sense I was 15teen years old. My journey home started when my dad lost his job at the bank. I was sent to live, with my Grandmother Wells and Uncle Art, in El Cajon, California. I lived there a year and a half.

Then to Simi Valley, California where I graduated High School. Then to Sepulveda, California where I became an official "Valley Girl" and landed my first job at 7-Eleven and then Bob's Big Boy Restaurant as a Hostess/Cashier.

Next I moved to South Pasadena California where I left for an LDS mission to Bermingham England and after a year and a half, back to South Pasadena. Then a move to Provo Utah where I worked and lived in an apartment with 5 other girls. Unable to get into Brigham Young University I decided to move back to South Pasadena where I married, in the Temple, and moved back to Provo so He could go to school.

In Provo we moved 3 times trying to stay ahead of the "raise the rent" game. After graduation we moved to San Jose California where we had 2 more babies, playmates for the 3 we already had. Four years and 3 moves later it was back to Utah and eight years of setteling in the Cache Valley.

I remember thinking as a growing youth, "All I want out of life is a happy marriage and home".

After a nasty divorce we moved from Mendon to Logan where I went to school and worked odd jobs. I took out student loans to keep us afloat. I was able to get some schooling in. Then 3 moves later met and married my 2nd husband. This moved us over the hill to West Valley City, Utah. From there to Taylorsville where I tried to establish a non-profit organization. (I hoped would help abused people heal)

Tragedy struck within the family and I moved to Michigan. Two moves there and off I went to Oregon where I found my Job as a School Bus Driver. A 2nd divorce and 2 moves in Oregon brought me back to Utah. Two more moves, then down to Georgia and quickly back to Utah whare I have moved twice already.

Well now! Was anyone counting? Thats about 37 moves in 43 years. What an adventure! From time to time I will post the fill in journey and my struggles to overcome emotional abuse. As I write this blog I find myself on the move once again toward my journey home...

(I invite you to share your journey and hope we can learn from each other)