Home Sweet Home, Or Is It?

We have arrived! After loading up the truck, cleaning the house, and squishing everything that wouldn't fit into the truck into our cars, we waved goodbye and hit the road. After ten hours in the car, with three small kids sitting side-by-side, listening to the DVD player play non-stop, driving no faster than 65mph (in order to keep up with the moving truck) and worrying about Devon driving the moving truck, we made it and we are unpacking! Now that we are here, this is what we have experienced since:

You know you are in SMALL town Utah when...

• Everyone who shows up to help you move is wearing a duck hunting hat or some kind of hunting apparel.
• There is no need to rent a storage unit when you have the front yard.
• There are miles of houses with chain link fences.
• People consider running over a prairie dog "good road kill."
  
• The person through the drive-thru window speaks English.
  
• A parked car, in the driveway, always has the keys left in the ignition.
• You hear lots of "oh my word," and "oh my heck."
• A matinee is only $4.50
• You can buy 85 Octane gasoline AND gas is .65cents cheaper.
• Almost all businesses are closed on Sunday.
• When you run into the DMV lady at dinner, she remembers you, and says hello.
• The main store, in town, is Walmart.
• Your throat, nostrils, and lips are no longer moist. Rather, very, very, very DRY!
• Grandma is a few feet away from hugs, kisses, morning pancakes, and lots, lots more!