After two months of marriage, my new husband Moe (shout out MOE) and I decided we needed something new. After all, we had already mastered our relationship and living together and New York City paycheck to paycheck and apartments and traffic and desserts and pizza. It didn't take long for us to become familiar with each others quirks and scents, as we created our own routines like making dinner instead of going out to eat, going to bed at a reasonable hour because we already act like the elderly, and staring deep into each others eyes as our default chosen activity. So, we moved to Utah. In a quick three week turnaround, Moe was offered a job, we packed up our apartment, had a terrible moving company move us, drove across the country, played Untitled Goose game in Chicago, saw my high school woodshop teacher at a BBQ joint in Kansas City, cooked 9 pies and ate Thanksgiving dinner with my family in Denver, and landed in Utah. When I think about life and how weird it...