I never realized how true that was until I moved to Arizona. At first, I loved the baking heat (dry heat is really different), the comforting stretches of brown, and the sameness of everything. The last few years I lived in Pennsylvania were chaotic, and the fact that everything was different than I was used to but looked so uniform comforted me. We lived in Arizona for 7 years, and it was a really good 7 years. I got my Master’s Degree, met my best friend, my partner, and found a kindred spirit. Finding three friends who are “keepers” is always a beautiful thing.
Texas looks a lot like Pennsylvania (at least the part we’ll be living in). It’s got rolling hills, lots of green, and frequent summer thunderstorms. My arthritis doesn’t bother me so much here in Arizona, but I didn’t really know how much my heart yearned for green until I learned that I’ll soon be living in it again.
When I left PA seven years ago, I couldn’t wait to get away. I didn’t look back and wasn’t sad to leave it behind. The timing was right, and I obviously had something to learn. It’s going to be with great sadness that I leave Arizona, as it’s been very good to me. I’m taking away far more than I could have anticipated, and I’ll always be connected to this place.
I’m glad I moved to Arizona and had time to appreciate what I left behind. Now, I’m heading to the next adventure!