On December 9, 2008 I packed all of my belongings into a rented mini-van and moved from Long Beach, California to Layton, Utah. I had no car, no job, only the promise of love from a man I'd never met. It wasn't the first time I have moved to an entirely different state in my unending quest for lasting love. It might not be the last, though I hope it was.
Not surprisingly, the relationship didn't last, it was less than one year before I moved out of his apartment. He didn't treat me poorly necessarily, he would have had to pay attention to me at all in order to to that; he just neglected me completely. He was unable to find and keep any sort of job, his family was insane, everyone I knew encouraged me to leave him. Although the relationship I moved to Utah to pursue may not have been successful, while I was there I grew into a confident, successful woman. Perhaps being ignored by a man was what I needed to motivate me to do some things for myself, I couldn't have chosen a more beautiful place to do it had I tried.
I rented a room from a wonderful lady (and her horrible husband) for the next six months. I began to go to the gym, for the first time in my entire life. The new physique and energy I found there is what ultimately helped me to decide to set my sights on running a full marathon. I began training, running on a strict schedule and following a specific diet plan. I indulged myself with a new wardrobe to fit my sleek new body. I went snowboarding for the first time in a decade. I had an affair with a much younger man. I ran my first 5K. I went on vacations that I wouldn't have even allowed myself to daydream of before.
I was living my life for me for the first time. I gained enough confidence and self-esteem to apply for a promotion in July 2010. I was offered the job based on only a phone interview, and that is what took me back to Boise, Idaho, where I met Jack.