I grew up much of my life in Phoenix and never thought I would return. I bolted the first moment I could afford after reaching the ripest age of my teenage years.
Not merely rebellious, but also stubborn, independent, and determined to make my way. I did not escape the comforts of family for mischievous reasons. But as life had it, I thought 70 hour work weeks to pay my rent REALLY sounded like FUN.
And yet, here I am. Multiple colleges, states, and vehicles later. Here I am, returning home (one college degree and marriage later)...mere miles from the very places I fled. Interesting....
Goes to show, for those of you with stubborn teens--you never know what will happen.
I'm so happy to be stationed near my family. I wouldn't want it any other way. Over the tumultuous years, I've come to appreciate them in ways I could have never imagined. And yet, I recognize that there are so many challenges ahead. I live with the fact that I've separated Danny from his family and friends in the Service. He is so excited about our prospects in Phoenix, but no one can hide the anxiety of what lies ahead....not even me, with my true comfort zone arming the perimeter at all times.
One week from today, we will arrive in Phoenix, at our new home, together. For those who do not know us, the commas mean nothing. For those who do, they mean everything. We arrive the eve of his 30th birthday and one month before our 4 YEAR wedding anniversary.
All I can say in this moment is...Wow! I'm getting old...(insert John Mayer quarter-life crisis song here...regardless of perceived cheese factor.)
Other than the seriousness that is life, I am happy to report that my fantastic fruit trees have not yet been killed by Yours Truly.
Grapefruit and kumquat have active fruit. Valencia Orange and Tangelo doing well. And my gardening casualties have been kept to a minimum...did I mention I feel old?!?
My new puppy and longtime canine family member are doing great despite one's limp and another's newfound desire to dig and explore.
Outside of these facts, ideas, and hopes...I've got nothing left to report. Bedtime.
