There’s a sense of relaxation and peace here in this country that is difficult to find in Arizona. Or maybe in anyone’s home state in the U.S. There’s a deeper appreciation for life and for savoring each lasting moment. There’s a beautiful freedom encompassing this city that infects everyone with bright eyes and wide smiles.
This house has already become a home. My belongings neatly splayed across the room – shoes in a neat row at the foot of my bed, formal shirts hung up in the closet above drawers full of outfits I will surely stick out in. My phones, yes both of them, tucked into my bedside table with an analog clock resting a top – the click, click of the second-hand syncing itself with my heart beat as I lie gazing out the window at the eclectic neighboring houses.
Do everything in love.