Last Monday I got on a plane to leave Florida. I watched out the window as we passed by endless lakes and trees and green stuff.
A few hours later I watched again as the plane came below the clouds to miles and miles of dirt.
I about lost it right there sitting next to two businessmen as the reality of coming home hit me. As a welcome home gift, though, Arizona did keep the temperature at 99ºF for me. My mom was there to welcome me home. I ran up and gave her a huge hug and didn't leave her side for the rest of the day.
My family has now moved on with their lives, so I've been stuck with the task of filling my own time. I've spent it wisely, though, reading about household manners, becoming a pro at online Tetris, catching up on all the TV shows I don't care about, and mourning the life I had for the past five months.
It doesn't happen often, but when it's 120ºF and everyone tells you not to leave the house, leaving Europe seems like a really bad idea.
When that happens I just try and remember my favorite things about Arizona:
Sunshine all day long and whiskers on cactus
Bright copper mining and warm days to practice
Making embrodiery with colored strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream colored ice cream and conditioner of airs
Tan lines and lane lines and sitting in deck chairs
Children that swim with their cute water wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in sun dresses that will never be cold
Something and something else that rhymes with cold
Palm trees in winter and fun summer flings
These are a few of my favorite things
When it's too hot out
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
It's a work in progress.
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