I love Arizona: pink skies, cacti, mountains, boys outside the Circle K glugging plastic gallons of water, My Friends, Sunday improv in the design building, Tuesday improv on the library lawn, students who say "I'm not just saying this--," the click of my bedroom door closing, my cushy bed, fresco bean burritos, the stone bus stop, the rainbowed aisles of Mexican soda, my poster of Peeta. When I have to leave here, I feel sick and sad like it's the last night of summer camp.
Some people will never experience certain kinds of love in their lives. I will probably never "get" that hardcore sportsfan-die-hard-my-blood-runs (insert color). I can't imagine what it's like to be an only child and have that sibling connection missing from your experience. The first time romance is a true possibility something is exposed to you, from you. And me? I love the place I live so fiercely, that it pains me to take a vacation.
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| Ironically, this is not AZ. This is Disney's version of AZ in Cars Land. Hill and me this weekend. |
That paradise bird sang and my life was never ever the same.
Arizona, Arizona you were good to me.
1 comment:
Being an only child isn't that bad, why do you think I've been at summer camp so long? That's where all my brothers and sisters are! :)
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