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Thursday, November 01, 2012

Alternate title for this post: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESHUA.

To kick off NaBloPoMo 2012, I'm going to share with you all the highlights I can think of for the city of West Jordan, where I have been living and hating life for four months. In an effort to count my blessings and go a day without crying, I give you the following:

We are in a house, not an apartment
We have a garage full of all our junk so we don't have to rent a storage unit
We have a fenced-in yard for the dog
We don't have to pay extra rent for having a dog
The kitchen has a dishwasher that mostly works
We no longer have cat-pee-soaked carpet in the dining area
Aspen has her own room

... crickets ... thinking ...

The WJ library is beautiful and brand-new and full of books (is that stretching it?)
Our house is technically across the street from Kearns, so we dodged a bullet there!
Kev is making more money in a job he likes, and he got a raise in October
We live closer to my brother, even if we now have to take like, three highways to get to his house
We can still see mountains from where we live
Of the six dogs that share our backyard fence, only one of them constantly barks at me when I go outside
Until SueAnn moved away, Aspen and I had a good couple of months of play dates that we otherwise wouldn't have had with her, Milo and Ella if I still lived in Ogden

So, maybe this list is a tad sarcastic, but at least I didn't cry while writing it. This move has been so hard because I feel so alone and insignificant. I'm in a rut and can't get out of it right now. I've tried to break the ice with neighbors and ward members but with no luck yet. I've shared baked goods and attended those mid-week Relief Society activities with food to share. I even stopped a girl I recognized from church in the store and told her I loved her outfit.

I think I may have missed my chance to make a real friend, though. One afternoon last month Aspen and I were playing in the front yard right before her "rest" (which is code word for nap). As she walked to me on the porch, a neighbor across the street came barreling out of her house screaming, "CAN YOU DRIVE?!" to one of my bachelor neighbors next door. She then yelled, "I NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL! I INGESTED SOME F%*&ING [unintelligible] OIL OR SOMETHING [unintelligible] I DON'T KNOW WHAT!!"

Maybe instead of going inside and locking the door I should have offered her a ride? I bet I could learn a lot from her.

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