Home is Good for the Soul

The road to home is loaded with a million memories. That long strip of 35-mile-per-hour asphalt has rolled beneath my tires through more late night dates, trips to work, the beginning of adventures with friends and the end of weary days of both work and school.

I could never tell all the stories that road has seen, even if I tried.  But for almost 20 years, it has lead to home.

The trees are bigger in the backyard now but playing barefoot in the grass still has its same old charm.

My first days of blissful vacation in Reno were filled with sushi, brothers, trampoline jumping, movie-watching, neighborhood runs and fresh strawberries. For two weeks (give or take), I will be visiting family while David is back in Utah studying like a good med student should.

In the few days that I have been “home,” the outpouring of love and support has been unbelievable. Anyone and everyone who knows my parents have gotten together and are “praying” us into California for rotations. On Sunday, people who couldn’t possibly know my husband came up to me and said they were praying for him to do well on his test. Monday morning, I woke up to find a pile of beautiful clothes on my bed. They belonged to a friend of my sister’s who said she just didn’t need them anymore.

Who does these things!?

The people in Reno, that’s who.

Every street that I go down here is filled with almost 20 years of amazing memories. After all of our adventures, travelling the road home is good for the soul.

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I now pronounce you …

This past weekend, my brother-in-law got hitched. He and the beautiful Jamie Rae are now tethered together for time and all eternity.

We are so happy for you both!

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Midway there

This western girl went exploring this week and found a little slice of open space and a good gulp of mountain air. Just a 20-minute drive from Heber City lies the Wasatch Mountain State Park – 22,000 acres of unfettered hiking, biking, fishing and mountain frolicking heaven. The easy 3-mile visitors center hike was a good place to start and reminded me how much of a country girl I really am at heart.

 

 

The trailhead branches off in several directions (all clearly marked) with some leading to different historical sites. Sometime in the coming months here, we plan to check out the Huber Grove trail, which leads to the homestead of an old Swiss socialite pioneer family. Allegedly, you can pick their apples … I’ll let ya know.

The State Park has a pretty fun visitors center too. The stuffed animals trying to look menacing gave me a good chuckle.

 

After the hike, I found the gem they call Midway. Settled by the Swiss, the place has an artsy-crafty charm all its own. Folksy little eateries abound in this little mountain town. A daily hop to a new, interesting lunch spot would keep anyone busy for weeks.

The universe seemed to know how much I had missed hanging out in funky old hippie-filled coffee shops. The Fill’er Up met me on Midway’s Main street with open arms and awesome decor.

The ham and swiss sandwich was thick and juicy and made my insides happy. The monkeys swinging on the walls, kiddie pedal cars and easy-going staff made being there just feel fun.

 

More on Midway and it’s history coming soon!

 

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Backyard Birthday

On Sunday, we celebrated David’s dad’s birthday with a backyard BBQ and lots of family.

The evening promised a solar eclipse, but we didn’t quite get the best seats in the house – so to speak.

The evening was beautiful, but the cake was definitely one to remember.

It was remarkably ghetto-rigged. Mom Glenn asked me to make it because she was so busy with her Relief Society responsibilities. Well, first, there wasn’t enough frosting to cover the whole thing. Then, we decided to write “Happy Birthday” on it but the gel icing was old and runny and we ran out after “Happy Birth”. Don’t worry, I took a toothpick and wrote “Day” on there 🙂 Then, we didn’t have any candles other than a half-burnt old “5”. So we “maguivered” a couple numbers from toothpicks and rubber bands. It was a cake to remember.

 

The evening ended with a rousing game of Red Rover and a piano recital from Uncle Kay.

Happy birthday Dad Glenn! We love you!

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What’s happening in Heber

I am convinced that every little town has something special about it. The sleepy farmville of Heber City is no exception. So off exploring I go!

11,362 people plus two vagabond Glenns live in this little part of the Wasatch Mountain Range. Driving into town requires a long, lazy ramble along Heber’s main street – the closest thing to an old-fashioned Main Street that I have ever seen. Pioneer-era brick buildings and simple storefronts line the city’s center.

(A vintage ’50s pic of the main drag)

While some stores and businesses are sprinkled throughout the surrounding neighborhoods, Main Street is where all the action is.

You can even catch a flick on one of the city’s two, two-screen theaters.

After your movie, be sure to swing by the Dairy Keen, an old fashioned burger and shake shop that has been in business since 1946. The little shop boasts a cute a cozy atmosphere with the most amazing soda machine my taste buds could dream of. The girl who loves mixing her Coke and Lemonade into a new concoction has found her heaven. I am sure there will be an additional post on this little gem soon.

Long before the Dairy Keen became the town’s hot spot, Heber City was an LDS Pioneer settlement. Cortez had come before, but simply glanced over the potential of the valley with a passing, “Meh.”

While a civil war was brewing, British and other European Mormon settlers were figuring out how to make Heber home. When it came time to choose a real name for their town, (they wanted London, but it had been taken. Sorry pioneers) the people chose Heber after the beloved LDS missionary who converted them all – Heber C. Kimball. Kimball served in the first presidency of the church under Brigham Young until his death.

Heber’s growing population got an unexpected boost in the spring of 1866 when nearly everyone from the outlying settlements was forced to gather in town to form a stronghold against some angry indians. A Congressional Act had forced the Ute Indians onto a reservation. They were a little bitter about that and push led to shove, which led to all out war.

Gun holes were built into the brick houses, a militia was formed and the people were watchful. After an almost battle (no one knows what prompted the horse-riding indians to turn around), peace talks ensued. It was a long rough road though before people started moving back out of Heber.

The rest of its peaceful history is sprinkled with church groups and livestock leagues.

My favorite part of Heber, though, has to be the atmosphere and landscape. There isn’t a sky-scraper in sight. The air is pristine. There is untouched land for miles to run and jump and play in. On my adventure of exploration through town yesterday, an old Dixie Chicks favorite came on the radio.

I wanna walk and not run, I wanna skip and not fall

I wanna look at the horizon and not see a building standing tall

I wanna be the only one, for miles and miles

Except for maybe you, and your simple smile.

Oh it sounds so good to me.

More on my exploration in Heber soon!

 

All our love,

From Heber City, Utah (our summer home)

 

 

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Watch out America – the Glenns are Back!

“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.”

Watch out America. We’re back!

After two years of constant change and moving, the convenience that comes with home almost feels weird. I mean, isn’t life suposed to go all crazy on us soon? So far, America has been the land of smooth sailing.

After packing everything we owned, it was time to leave Grenada one last time. The feeling is still surreal.

After that, the cab came on time, the planes weren’t delayed, some random Delta employee re-opened the baggage claim at an ungodly hour of the night to take our four clumsy bags off our hands, we found a cozy little spot under a row of pay phones to curl up for the night (along with the Cheetos crumbs) and finally we arrived in Salt Lake City to a grinning family.

And all our bags were intact and on time!

Ah, life’s little miracles.

The past few days have been chalk full of little “T.I.A” (This is America) moments. Walmart was a big one.

A 99-Cent Twix bar? How can you beat that!

Other memorable moments have included seeing long-lost family, driving on the RIGHT side of the spacious road and fresh strawberries/spinach/raspberries.

Our first morning back, David hit the ground running … and hit the books at full speed. He has spent his days from 8 a.m. – 9 p.m. studying as hard as he would at any other time.

USMLE Step 1, here he comes. The Biochem beast had better beware!

During the study breaks and fresh hours of the morning we have enjoyed sunrise runs, backyard dinners, tossing the football around, teasing the dog, chatting with mom and dad and haircuts.

The smile on his face when he is home with his family is priceless to me.

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Two years later …

We laugh more.

He does more dishes, because he knows how I hate them.

We’ve travelled to five different countries.

I still nightly tuck my ring in the box he proposed with.

We have gotten a little “fluffy” around the edges.

I cook *gasp!*

My morning “mascara eyes” and messy hair don’t phase him.

We talk about anything and everything.

Farts are no longer blush-inducing awkward. At all.

 We are still madly in love.

Monday night we celebrated two years of beautiful wedded bliss. David took me to the swankiest restaurant he could think of where the napkins were laid in our laps, the veal melted in our mouths and we sipped virgin Pina Coladas while gazing out at a beautiful bay. Earlier that morning, I made him a makeshift Caribbean version of eggs benedict – our first morning meal as a married couple 🙂

Everyday, he reminds me in little ways how much I mean to him. We might have picked a pretty pot-holed life path, but I am glad I get to tackle the bumps in the road with my best friend.

Three years later …

things will only be better.

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What I should have said …

“Hey everybody, we have an announcement.”

It was the Significant Others End of Term Social and 100-plus people were eating, chatting and having a great time when my sweet friend Emily, who served on the SO Board as Fundraising Coordinator, got up and thanked me in front of everyone for being president this past term.

What came after the Board’s beautiful gesture was an ugly contorted face trying desperately not to cry, applause, a croaked “thank you” and a hug. I was shocked, stunned and so thankful.

It was one of those moments when you should have said something other than just “Thank you.” But the words were choked back along with the waterworks and, as often happens, came to my flustered mind moments too late.

This is what I wish I would have said:

The 10 people I was lucky enough to serve with on the SO Board have done more for Grenada than most will ever know. They eased the sting of homesickness. They have wrapped their arms selflessly around the country’s most neglected children. They eased the burdens on parents who are now often alone. They have been examples of kindness and touched dozens of lives. I should be thanking them.

But it doesn’t matter if you are on the Board or not. If I could say one thing to the 100 people sitting at this social, it is this.

Pay it forward.

Someone helped you be OK with this pandora’s box of often awful that is relocating to a middle-of-nowhere foreign country. I dare you, I challenge you, to follow the example of this amazing Board and help someone else. Because that is what makes St. George’s University outstanding.

 

 

 

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Out of the mouth of babes

While hanging out with a few kids at the Limes After School program today, a little boy slipped this ripped piece of paper into my hands.

 

Now I happen to know that I was not the only one on the receiving end of his piece of paper and bashful grin. But if this innocent little boy treats an occasional drop in volunteer like this, how much more should I be doing for the people who I love?

Dear family and friends, if I could rip a little piece of paper off for each of you, I would.

You are my favorites!

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The Nuts are Ready to Bolt

I post so much on our adventures that sometimes I forget the “nuts and bolts” info that family and friends really want to know about. For example, when are we coming home?!?

The short answer is May 13th. The long answer is 30 days  0 hours 38 minutes 42 seconds. But who’s counting 😉

Because we are flying into Salt Lake City, Utah there is another countdown that I am particularly excited about. That’s seeing my beloved hometown and all the wonderful people there the first week of June.

In the next breath, the question that usually follows is, “So where are you going next?”

OH HOW I WISH I KNEW!

SGU uses this torturous system for assigning third and fourth year medical rotations. They basically have you  choose from a list of what states you want to end up in and then say, “Thank you very much, we will get back to you … eventually.”

Our first choice was Colton, CA at Arrowhead Regional Medical Center. Our second choice was Detroit (Grosse Point), Michigan. Sometime in JULY they will let us know.

Ok, so that’s about 92 days of waiting … and praying!

Now for the in-between part. What are we going to be doing all summer? Beach? Boat? Family reunions?

Studying.

Yep, David will be bent over the books cramming for the biggest exam of his medical career/life – not to be over dramatic or anything. He takes the U.S. Medical Licensing Exam, Step 1 on July 13th, 2012 in Provo, UT.

Sooooo, every friend from coast to coast will be praying for him that day, right?

Right? This is the part where you nod your head and put the date in your calendar.

Cool. Thanks.

Ah, the life of a doctor.

So that just leaves little old me getting ready to leave this beautiful island.

Transitions, moving, hellos and goodbyes are all awful and awkward. In the midst of all that junk, however, I have found a great life here. There is a little tinge in my heart when I think of leaving Grenada not to return any time soon. If I let myself think about it for more than a nanosecond, that twinge becomes the beginnings of a tear. And there is enough salt water already around here. Say what you like about the big-brother-ness of Facebook and Gmail. I thank God for them, because they will help me keep in touch with the amazing people who have changed my life here.

OK, nanosecond time limit reached. Sniffle. Time to get back to work and make the last few weeks in Grenada count!

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