The bad thing about going to Utah, as I stated earlier, is that then I realize how much I miss it and want to live there. And then I make what others might call a crazy decision and feel strongly that it's right, while at the same time not understanding how it can possibly work.
Where will Betty live after the first month? I don't know.
What will Betty do for a job? I don't know.
How will Betty get around? I don't know.
Will Betty do it? Yes, she will!
That's pretty much all I know.
I'm choosing to call this faith.