February 2012
Breathe.
It’s weird that at this time yesterday, I was still in Arizona, sitting next to my fiance and friends. When we were standing at security, I kept crying and couldn’t stop… But once I got on the plane, I think I knew I would be ok. It’s like this, isn’t it. When somebody dies, I don’t cry. When I lose something materialistic, I don’t cry, even if...
I don’t want to go back. At all.
The PNW sure is pretty to look at, and to explore…
But Tucson has stolen my heart. There might not be much to DO there, but the hospitality and my new friends are enough.
And the amount of excitement I have for moving to Arizona is unexplainable. :)
2 tags
:/
That stupid feeling when your heart actually aches and you can’t do anything but cry to help ease the pain.
2 tags
