June 29, 2011
Arizona runs in my blood. It's where I was born and raised. I feel at one with the mountains, the cactus, the watercolor sunsets. I've lived here my whole life, and I know that sounds boring. But it is my home. No matter where I go, I'll always come back. Unless I ever move to California, it might tempt me to stay. For eight months out of the year, the weather is absolutely perfect. For the other four months out of the year? Let's discuss. Even though I've lived here my whole life, every year, I forget the feeling of how hot it actually gets. I always say, "Oh, I can totally put up with the dry heat." Ugh. I can put up with it, I'm forced to. But oh.em.cow. The word "hot" doesn't even begin to describe it. Maybe we could go with, firey - blazing - baking - scorching - blistering - searing - sizzling - broiling - molten hot. Yes, those will do much better. But you will have to use them all at once. Because it's probably the only way to describe it. Ok, it's not. But you get the jist, right?