So the question that has been on my mind since before I graduated college, since before I had my last year as a student, finally has an answer. I will be moving back to Tucson at the end of August. I've accepted this. There are no tears as this post is written, its not the end of Seattle and Washington, Its just a fly over. You know when you're on a plane trip and there is a storm where you're supposed to be arriving, well my storm is this recession, my plane is now being deferred back to the
always sunny skies of Tucson Arizona. It would beyond stupid for me not to take the situation that was presented to me yesterday.
I will have a full time job, benefits, and vacation time, something that is very rare in this struggling economy. Not to mention that paying rent, and bills would not be hanging on my shoulders, something that I am not yet ready (as much as I'd like to say over and over that I am) I will be able to save lots and be able to leave blank checks made out to my ever supporting parents on the kitchen counter and be able to get those text messages calling me silly and unnecessary, and knowing that I'm not silly because I'm a 21 year old adult who needs to be helping. I will be able to bug my older brother, who will now if he doesn't answer my phone calls expect an arrival on his front steps from his frustrated younger sister. I will be able to bake, and cook all these recipes that I long to make knowing that my mom has all the absurd ingredients that they call for. I will be able to see my puppy, who I have been pushing out of my mind because I miss him so dearly. I will be able to finally see all these so called
changes that my mom has made to the house. Ever time I talk to her she tells me that she has been on the phone with a new contractor so so&so is coming to the house, and see what she refuses to tell me what she's done.
I will miss Washington and its so very special residents with all of my heart, but I know that I will be back, and this stupid fly-over is not going to last, I will make it back to my destination.
Love,
Me.