on an august evening i sat on my front porch in tears, hurt by people who i had considered dear friends, overwhelmed by my own expectations, embarrassed, and feeling very alone. as i sat pondering, i looked up to see geese flying overhead. my soul whispered, "you're simply a migratory bird."

as i've mentioned before i've moved a lot in my life, it's something that i've grown accustomed to. we have now lived in this home for about 3 1/2 years, longer than i've ever stayed in one place during my adult life. i've been itching to move but every time we take a step forward with it we have both felt unsettled, *now* just isn't the right time.

something else you need to understand about me is that i'm mormon. i not only attend church every week but do regular activities with people from my ward (congregation). a ward is very often like a family; you see one another weekly, serve one another, and get to know each other very well. wards are organized into stakes and are set up geographically all across the world, it makes it easier to get to know your neighbors. seeing that the population in utah is nearly 50% mormon there are wards very close to one another.

this week three stakes (about 3000 people in each stake) in our neighborhood (about 15 wards) are undergoing a major reconstruction. many wards are being realigned, boundaries reshaped, and people *moved* into new wards and stakes. are you following me here? our street is being divided and seeing that we live on the east side of the street we have been asked to attend a new ward in a new stake.

i couldn't be happier. my environment hinges very tightly on the ward i'm attending, so it will honestly be like moving... but without having to box anything up. it will be a complete change in my weekly routine. i'll have the opportunity to meet new people and make new friends, but still be close enough to stay in touch with those that i know and love.

on to the next adventure.