11/29/2025
This week has had me feeling extra grateful for this beautiful, messy, and somewhat unexpected life I get to live. When the idea of moving back to Utah very first came up, I had my hesitations. But this summer, everything aligned so clearly that it was impossible to ignore. With a lot of thought, reflection, and prayer, my husband and I made the leap—and suddenly moving day came and went in a blur.
I thought life would ease up once we got here. I pictured slow mornings, settling into routines, and having time to breathe. Instead, the last three months have been fast, full, and honestly… stretching. I’ve had to face parts of this place I wasn’t eager to be close to again. And even though the move has absolutely been the right choice for our family, I’ve felt uncomfortable more often than I expected. I left behind a rhythm I loved in Midland—hobbies, community, a church family, and a version of myself that I loved and felt really steady in.
And while Utah is familiar, it has all felt surprisingly foreign.
Lately I’ve been working on slowing down, paying attention, and letting myself settle without forcing anything. I’m slowly finding my place here—finding moments, people, and spaces that remind me I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, even if it’s taking time to feel rooted again.
Grateful for the growth. Grateful for the stretch. Grateful for this place I get to call home, again. 🤍