My home for the first 21 years of life revolved around the city of Chicago and all that entailed: family, friends, the Chicago Cubs, Chicagofest, Hot dogs wrapped up with fries, Italian Beef Sandwiches, Lake Perch, heat & humidity.
After becoming engaged the road was leading to California.
We had plans of stopping in Salt Lake City to marry in the temple and continue on to Southern California, however the world had other plans for us when the car broke down in Iowa.
We spent 5 days in a hotel waiting for the car to be repaired. We pondered how we were like the pioneers of old breaking down and having troubles across the plains. Once the car was repaired we continued on our journey, slipping and sliding across I-80 in the biggest storm of the decade. When we finally arrived in Salt Lake we had $5 in our pockets and were thankful for friends who took us in and helped us find work and eventually our own apartment. We have tried to find work and move to California many times but things have never worked out for us. It seems the road home will always lead to Salt Lake City.