Whenever I think of all the places in which I’ve lived, a song called “Rock’n Me Baby” — by the Steve Miller Band — always comes to mind. The lyric I’m alluding to is “I went from Phoenix, Arizona, all the way to Tacoma, Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.”
While I haven’t lived in the last three cities, my time spent moving from state to state could warrant a remix to the song.
I was born in a small suburb outside of Phoenix, Arizona and lived in several other states before I settled here in Utah. From the soaking wet confines of Bellingham, Washington — to the laid back country of Statesville, North Carolina — I’ve had my fair share of climate shock.
It was during my time in North Carolina, when my life went through a seismic change. In 2012, I met my wife Jessica and made the trek, one year later, to her hometown Tooele, Utah. You could say I was in love, because my desire to — yet again — move across the country had just begun to fade before we met.
Once in Utah, Jess and I did a bit of interstate moving over the years (hard to break old habits, right?), landing in Price, Utah in late-2016 to begin college at Utah State University Eastern. Now I never considered myself “college material,” so the move was a leap of faith — to say the least. The initial career path I picked was sportswriting, particularly covering hockey.
Then the unexpected happened — the 2016 election.
After getting caught up in the circus — that was the campaign and subsequent election — I decided it would be intriguing to get involved with reporting on the inner workings of politics.
So, while covering the women’s basketball team for the college, and in limbo over my decision to shift away from sportswriting, my choice was clear. Once I realized that my dream job of writing for the Detroit Red Wings hockey team was much loftier than covering Capitol Hill, I took the plunge.
During this time, my role at the school newspaper increased at a rapid rate. In the short span of three semesters, I went from being a sportswriter to becoming the editor-in-chief — then finally having the opportunity to basically run the paper as Managing Editor.
Many long nights were spent in that newsroom, many cold slices of pizza were scarfed down as well.
Fast forward to 2018, when the Richter scale began to spike. Jess and I had been struggling with infertility throughout our marriage and we had decided to try and become foster parents. Then, not too long after getting certified, we learned that Jess was pregnant.
Although we were nervous throughout the pregnancy, every week that passed soothed our anxiety over whether she’d carry the baby to term. Then, on April 14, 2018, Adam William Froehlich entered the world and changed our lives forever. He has been a blessing for our tiny family, a constant reminder that the greatest things happen when you least expect them.
Since then, my life has been tracking steady, despite the trials and obstacles we faced along the way. After spending 2019 and most of 2020 in Logan, Utah — thinking I’d finish my degree at USU’s main campus — the coronavirus had other plans for us and we ended up back in Tooele.
Jess has a job as a second-grade teacher at Stansbury Park Elementary, the same school she attended as a child, and I’m interning for the Tooele Transcript Bulletin during the last semester of my senior year. Adam has blossomed into an energetic, rambunctious toddler — for better or worse — and he has been the rock, that keeps us centered, when things get a little challenging.
Now I’m at the point where I’m ready for things to finally come into focus and set my final coordinates for a place to put down my roots — but I know that isn’t necessarily soon. Wherever the next stage in my life takes me after I’ve graduated — if it takes me anywhere else — I’ve learned a lesson over the years to always keep my bags packed.