Held Hostage…

   Big life changes here…we sold our big house on the prairie (Jackson Prairie, to be exact) in Indiana, loaded a truck and drove to Salt Lake City, Utah (for the second time, I might add) to begin life anew here in a 7th floor 2 bedroom condo. 

                                                                 Big House on the Prairie

Little Condo in the City

So much of that old life was holding us hostage: too much stuff in the house, too much outside maintenance on a house that was now too big for us. We sold, doled out and donated to anyone who wanted what we weren’t taking.  Why?

   It all started two years ago when dear hubby and I were walking. I had just posted on Facebook how I missed seeing the mountains. He noticed that the clouds on the horizon, the very flat Indiana horizon, looked like mountains and said he missed living in the west. Now two heads are better than one, as they say, so we began to consider, think, pray, talk, and pray some more about moving. 

   Oh, I could go on about how hard leaving was. I cried 3.72 rivers on the way out of Indiana, but began to get excited as the U-Haul chewed up the miles. Let’s face it, this is kind of exciting for a simple person like me.

   That’s all I’m posting for today, but stay tuned for another post next week when I explain about my stash holding me hostage!