Ever since moving here to
Pocatello things have been somewhat gloomy. Change can be hard. The first few months I walked around the local supermarket with an attitude of "I'm so not from here" radiating from my being. I rolled my eyes when the dairy section wasn't where it should be. I emphasized the out-of-town area code on my savings card phone number. Let no mistake be made...
I'm not from here.
Most people here are from here. Ya hear me? It's not exactly a "small town" but most everyone in our ward grew up together. That, or they've moved in from somewhere else in Idaho...usually a "small town" who quite often (and I quote) don't like the big city. Yes we're talking about Pocatello here. Now, I'm not rippin on anyone. But I have started to realize that plain ol' perspective is all it takes to completely change the view of ones life.
In Reno I never felt like someone who had a different perspective. Even though I wasn't born and raised there I still lived there long enough that things just were the way they were. Now I look back and wonder what a little outside perspective would have taught me about life in Reno. It seems like a hard thing to grasp until you experience it for yourself. And now I get to do that.
I started out this post with an entirely different goal in mind. I was going to write about how great it feels when things in your life piece themselves together slowly, over time, after trials and testing. Because hallelujah...I got a job! More on that later...
