the Moore 4

As I was beginning to say my bedtime prayers, something dawned on me. I had to stop and end my prayer quickly because I wanted to write it down. It felt that life-altering to me and so here I am.

I was in Ogden tonight for shopping. I thought, again, about how I might have relatives there unaware.

My thoughts as I was beginning my prayer tonight was, again, how I might post about this fact (being related to someone(s) in Ogden unawares) on Facebook. (oohhh, that ‘status’ bar…)

But then it kind of just hit me… I belong.

Here in Utah.

I have a place.

Here!

Because my mother is a Burch and my ancestors helped settle Ogden, Utah and always thinking (smilingly and mysteriously) that maybe I have relatives here that I don’t know… I belong here.

I really belong here.

Because of my real life blood-related family.

In the beginning of my life here in Utah, Oregon was still my home. In my heart. That feeling diminished over time from circumstances, but in it’s place, it left me feeling a little ‘displaced’. Especially now that I have a child in school and a house in a neighborhood. My experiences are what I draw on to live my life as a Mom but I am living a life different than what I knew. And it’s hard sometimes.

But now, I think when I wake up tomorrow morning, I’m going to feel different.

Different about being here in Utah.

Different about living here.

There is a part of me that is ‘Utah’. I know that sounds weird, and even I don’t even fully comprehend all this yet, (my analytical mind is gonna have a field day!) but I know it’s big.

I am a part of Utah. And Utah is a part of me.

What a relief.

Posted by Shelley