One month
It's been exactly one month since I pulled up stakes and moved from the quiet hamlet of Tucson to the hustle and bustle of metro Phoenix. The apartment looks about the way it's going to for the long term, I've settled into the routine of the new office. On Saturday, Scott and I drove down to Tucson to take care of some unfinished business (sounds more Mafia than it was), and attend our friend's 30th birthday party. As we hit the road that night to head back to Phoenix, I noticed something odd; the homesick beacon didn't go off. For the past 8 years, whenever I knew I was leaving Tucson for any length of time, I would get a wistful feeling proportionate to the amount of time I'd be gone. Maybe it's the mountains, maybe it's the fact that I can get around the place blindfolded (and occasionally have)...whatever it was, Tucson was "home." Maybe it's the realization that I can get back to visit easily, or perhaps it's true that home is where the heart is, because as the miles from Tucson ticked away, I actually felt that I was going home, not leaving it. And life moves on...