Home

Sometimes all it takes is a sunset, you know, to spark a memory.

Something to remind me of our "old home." Arizona. Phoenix, well, Scottsdale specifically. Where we embarked on the adventure of our marriage. Where we became family. The first place we called home.

Arizona is infamous for the most timeless and wonderful sunsets. I have pictures of several...but the one that sticks out the most, in my memory, was the last one I ever saw. June 29th 2012...as we were leaving Arizona, on our way to California. Who knows if we'll ever return.

Did I tell you I hated Arizona when I first arrived? My first memory of Phoenix was driving down the 17 in our unconditioned Budget truck. It was miserable as we went from temperament Flagstaff to sweltering Phoenix. I hated all the brown. Dead desert. Ugly. I yearned so deeply for the lush green that was Indiana. My home for all my life.

Funny how I came to love Arizona so dearly. Maybe because it was my first "home" outside of Indiana. It was a life Chase and I had created for ourselves, and we were self-sustainable (barely, in the beginning.) It's where we learned to leave and cleave to one another, where we learned to grow together. It's almost like we grew into adults together. I watched Chase grow from a college student to a husband who took command of the bills and made decisions worthy of any seasoned adult.

It's funny how a new foreign city can become your home. I'll remind myself of that if I ever get a little blue out in California.

Home is wherever Chase is :)