Possibilities
My dad was born in Ireland, immigrated to Canada, and from Canada to New York where he lived to the age of 17. He then entered the service, and eventually met my mom while on medical leave in Sun Valley. She was from Twin Falls, Idaho. My dad said he hated New York, which I believe, because never as a family did we travel there, even though his parents, and only sister, still lived in New York and Connecticut, respectively.
So, I grew up in South Boise, until I turned 17, at which time I left for Utah, to attend BYU. I've lived here ever since, even though I grew up in Idaho and married a man who grew up in Montana.
In 1992, while working for John Hancock I had my first trip to the east coast. The minute I stepped foot in Boston, I was home.
It's hard to put into words, exactly what I was feeling...but I felt like I was stepping into my favorite slippers...a perfect, well worn fit.
Since then, every chance I get I travel to the east coast. We just spent 5 days in Rhode Island and once again, I was home. We walked for miles along the rocky shores . I felt at peace, renewed.
As the airplane approached Salt Lake City, I looked out the window at the parched, brown land, and asked myself what I was doing living in such a desolate place. With all the beauty of the east behind me, my heart felt as barren as the land beneath me.
It occurs to me that we don't always take the time to think through how the choices we make will shape and form the rest of our lives.
If my father's family had never left Ireland...would I be playing in the Irish Sea with my grandchildren........what if Dale hadn't accepted the position in Salt Lake....what if we had actually asked ourselves what and where and how we wanted to live our lives...
So now I come full circle.... have my choices determined my children's lives....or will they have the foresight to know that they can pioneer their way from one end of this world to the other...that the possibilities are limitless. That life is indeed an adventure...even if they CHOOSE to stay in Utah.
MKC
So, I grew up in South Boise, until I turned 17, at which time I left for Utah, to attend BYU. I've lived here ever since, even though I grew up in Idaho and married a man who grew up in Montana.
In 1992, while working for John Hancock I had my first trip to the east coast. The minute I stepped foot in Boston, I was home.
It's hard to put into words, exactly what I was feeling...but I felt like I was stepping into my favorite slippers...a perfect, well worn fit.
Since then, every chance I get I travel to the east coast. We just spent 5 days in Rhode Island and once again, I was home. We walked for miles along the rocky shores . I felt at peace, renewed.
As the airplane approached Salt Lake City, I looked out the window at the parched, brown land, and asked myself what I was doing living in such a desolate place. With all the beauty of the east behind me, my heart felt as barren as the land beneath me.
It occurs to me that we don't always take the time to think through how the choices we make will shape and form the rest of our lives.
If my father's family had never left Ireland...would I be playing in the Irish Sea with my grandchildren........what if Dale hadn't accepted the position in Salt Lake....what if we had actually asked ourselves what and where and how we wanted to live our lives...
So now I come full circle.... have my choices determined my children's lives....or will they have the foresight to know that they can pioneer their way from one end of this world to the other...that the possibilities are limitless. That life is indeed an adventure...even if they CHOOSE to stay in Utah.
MKC
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