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Fast-forward to 1994 — just months after that life-changing trip — and everything shifted again.

At 11 years old, we moved from Salt Lake City to Lava Hot Springs, Idaho full-time.

One minute I was a city-ish kid with malls, crowds, sports complexes, and noise…

The next minute, I was in a tiny town you can walk across in ten minutes.

It was surreal.

Exciting.

Confusing.

And somehow exactly what I needed.

Moving to Lava wasn’t just a change of scenery — it was culture shock with a capital C.

Salt Lake’s noise vanished.

Lava’s quiet settled in.

Everyone knew everyone.

If they didn’t know you yet, they would by lunchtime.

School felt like one giant family gathering where teachers doubled as coaches, and everyone’s business was community business. If you sneezed at 8:15, someone checked on you at 12:05.

At 11, I didn’t fully understand what starting over meant — new friends, new routines, a new version of me forming in real time. But I felt the internal shift. The stretching. The awareness. The beginning of “becoming.”

Lava Hot Springs wasn’t just my new home —

it was where I learned to adapt, belong, and see myself through a brand-new lens.

Dec 3rd, 2025 — Late Night Entry

5% battery left on my phone… it’s 10:52 PM and I can’t sleep. Exhausted. A little delusional. And somehow — super productive at work today. Go figure.

Maybe the cliché really is true:

The more you do, the more you can do.

And maybe these late-night thoughts are part of the story too — the adult version of that 11-year-old kid trying to make sense of life in a new place.

Earlier today at a business networking event, I had one of those “Boise is such a small world” moments. Small-business owners here are woven together in the wildest, most human way — different backgrounds, different goals, but the same heartbeat of ambition, connection, and community.

We compete, collaborate, support, laugh, admire, and grow — all while juggling life, work, kids, chaos, passion, and burnout.

It’s messy.

It’s real.

It’s kind of beautiful.

Chapter 3 Cliché:

“The more things change, the more they stay the same.”

New town, new people, new life chapters…

Yet the same resilient, curious, driven core inside me.

And now at 42 — through these reflections — I’m finally seeing it clearly.