I'm preparing to leave my home for the next two months. I say home loosely. I'm leaving my place of residence and life of responsibilities I have acquired while living in the State of Arizona.
Nathan and I came here three years ago. We agreed as a family to help him follow his dreams of becoming a doctor. We arrived on the last day of May to temperatures we Idahoains only see at the end of August, and then for only a few days. Arizona welcomed us with the hot kiss of foreboding and the oppressive embrace of sun-scorched days yet to come. We marveled at certain oddities this Martian landscape showed us. Hot tap water when turned to "cold"; lows at night of 98; and empty neighborhood streets until twilight. Our first year of acclamation was painful and the physical change of climate took a mental toll. We told ourselves to make do and look forward to the day when we could live in the cool of the mountains again.