Walter was preparing for his business transference to Salt Lake City, Utah and reluctantly put his house up for sale. It wasn’t that he was disappointed with his need to change cities, it was just that he particularly loved that house he was living in and had only had it four three years. However, he enjoyed new experiences and the transfer was only going to be for two years with the possibility for more. Walter had considered renting his property but somehow instinctively he felt he would never return to that house once he left. He didn’t know how long he would remain in Salt Lake, but he knew he would be headed somewhere new once he left there.

This was like Walter as he had a history of moving from city to city. He wasn’t what many people would consider to be a wanderer, he was a writer, primarily a freelance magazine writer and he could work from anywhere and was always stably employed. However, recently he had begun working for a major technology company, which was his educational background, and quickly rose through the ranks. This was the same business that was responsible for his impending move to Salt Lake. Walter decided to take a quick weekend trip to the city to look around a get a feel for which area he would like to live. He booked a flight and made reservations in one of the hotels Salt Lake and as his plane ascended through the mountains in its final approach to the city, a strange new feeling overcame him.

Walter felt oddly at ease, possibly due to the serenity of the landscape, he wasn’t sure why, but it was there. The feeling embraced him during his entire visit and gave him a great feeling about his impending move. During his stay one of the places he visited was the city’s public library system. He was greatly impressed with and had heard it was one of the best public libraries in the country. He felt this would be a pleasant place to work on the historical novel he had been putting off. Walter loved the Gateway District and spent an afternoon at the Clark Planetarium. He drove through the neighborhoods of Federal Heights and the Avenues looking at houses and he knew where he was going to live. For the first time in his life Walter felt he was home.

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