Love Story: Chapter 3

At this point I was living in Utah with Joe & Felicia (bro & sis-in-law). They were nice enough to offer for me to live with them for a while. My plan was to work and start school once I got residency. I got a job at a Marriott hotel in Provo. WORST JOB EVER. I worked the graveyard shift at the front desk. I hated being there alone at night. And I hated when people asked me to fix something in their rooms, like a toilet. I have ZERO handyman skills and people staying at hotels are REALLY grumpy at midnight. Not a good combo. Also, there were the creepy men who flirted with me. I remember one guy in particular, named Lucky. {Who names their child "Lucky"? You're just asking for him to become a creeper.} Lucky called down to the front desk after he got into his hotel room. When I answered, he said something to this effect, "There is a sign on the night stand that says you will do anything possible to make my stay enjoyable..." [insert more creepy comments that I blocked from my memory]. Creeptastic. Anyway, the job ended up being a real bust. I quit at the end of January, after only three months of working there. 


Meanwhile, Burt was working, and going to school at UNLV. He had a change of heart about his major. Before his mission, he was working toward a degree in Engineering. He then decided to switch to Biology and made plans to go to medical school. 

After I quit my job, I felt a strong impression to move back home. I had conflicting feelings; I felt that if I moved back, I would be giving up on a new experience. But I prayed about it and felt like I needed to move back, although I didn't know why. I moved back home in February 2010. I felt instantly relieved and happy when I moved home. Oddly, I felt like it was a new start. How could moving back home be a new start? It didn't make sense, but things felt right.

To be continued...