While Phoenix will never be home to me, there is something calming about being in a space I can call home with my mother and dog. After getting in around 2 p.m. yesterday, and having a light lunch with my mother, she dropped me off at her loft. I slept the most restful sleep I’ve had in months, until this morning. I think that is when I knew I was (
emotionally) home, and my body said it was okay to take off my armor and truly rest. And while I always prefer more sullen and overcast weather, Phoenix is ever beautiful this time of year. Its bright springtime sun, desert breezes, and crisp dry air, will make it hard for me to do anything but relax this spring break.