I will go days and days without really thinking about life in Arizona...probably one of the perks of being super busy. Yet, then there are days like today, where it's extra cold outside, a fresh layer of snow is sitting on my car, Tommy is working and I'm home alone. In these quiet moments, I miss Arizona.
The horizon just doesn't stretch out forever like it does back home. The sunsets aren't quite as wild here either. And I crave REAL tortillas like crazy (you literally cannot buy decent tortillas here...believe me...I've searched and searched.) Umm...or Mexican food at all.
I am getting along just fine in our new place, yet whenever I see an image of the Grand Canyon, or a tumbleweed, or the desert, my heart strings tug because that was once my home. And a little piece of my heart is always going to be there I suppose.
I think I need a pet cactus.