My dad and I went to explore the railroad tracks that run through our new little city after my interview at the local Temp Office (which made me feel very adult and childish at the same time). The tracks run along the streets and occasionally through a patch of trees, but rarely is there a train that comes through, so it feels like a gift when you hear that charming train whistle blow. I’m coming to love Utah and its gorgeous clouds and sunsets that turn the mountains orange. I love our little city and how it’s a mix of adorable old buildings, like the movie theater, and new neighborhood developments and long stretches of farm land or horse corals. I love our quaint little neighborhood with the big park in the middle, where every kid age 3 to 18 gathers to play/tackle/chat/cry/laugh together. We were a little nervous to move to Utah, but we’re adjusting just fine.
Starting to Feel at Home
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