And to think I cried!

Forty years ago last December I was living on the Avenues in Salt Lake City.  I was working at ZCMI and life was.....I'm not sure how I would describe it but it probably could have been better. My father was "on assignment" for the LDS Church living and working in England.  I knew I could join them whenever I wanted but I wasn't sure I wanted to.

One morning I woke up and knew I was meant to join them. I went and inquired about a ticket and they said I could leave the next day. Too fast for me!!! Just because I knew I was meant to join them didn't mean I wanted to. I arranged to leave one week later. I left SLC on the 8th of December and cried all the way from SLC to Chicago. That's a lot of crying.  When asked at immigration why I was there and how long I was staying my reply was very exact!  "The minimum amount of time you allow!"  Four days later my life changed.

I can't say it was "Love at first sight", but by February I was begging the "Home Office" to extend my stay and 11 months later...



39 years and counting...and to think I cried!