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 is, this move is near the top of the list. I wasn't mentally prepared to return to (nearly) my college town, which holds its own memories and complexity, but it also felt like the right choice. I've been especially joyful in celebrating Moe in a job that values him and that gives him lots of flexibility, so he can truly understand a work-life balance for the first time in his adult life. Worth it already.
Now instead of watching 90 day Fiance on our couch in Harlem, we're watching it on our couch in Pleasant Grove (which, if you haven't seen it you need to because it is the best and you love/hate it so much you can't stop). Instead of ordering pizza and devouring it every Friday night because I convinced Moe it was a good idea, we are picking up a table we found on Facebook marketplace for the same price where I hope we share good food with good friends for years to come (and not just because it was a beast to move so we're never getting a new one).
There is something I've always relished about change. I love the new scenery, the new faces, the new perspectives; but this time feels a little different. It feels more permanent, which makes me think we can settle in a little more. It feels weird. But good.
So, like, if you're in UTAH plz lets hang out.
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