I suppose I'll keep this one short and sweet. More details will come later, but right now the memories are all so fresh it's like I'm still living them. All I can say is that Arizona was amazing. I put pictures on Facebook:
Arizona 1: Flight and drive to Sedona.
Arizona 2: Sedona and trip back to Phoenix.
Arizona 3: Chivers home and Phoenix Art Museum.
When I arrived at the airport (after I tackled him from behind) he gave me my Christmas present: an antiqued silver and smoky quartz necklace with a citrine pendant. And during the course of the week we came across a silver ankh his mother gave him, one to which has been ascribed significance by an unusually large number of people. So I'm wearing both now and their weight against my chest helps me feel closer.
As I sit here and reflect on the last week I find it hard to conjure words to describe it. I don't want to say I'm not glad to be back; I really missed Molly and it's good to see my parents and be at home. But another week would have been so wonderful. The bed here feels awfully lonely, even with a seventy pound lab sleeping on my feet.
What is this feeling? Loneliness, yet satisfaction, fulfillment, and happiness. Is it possible to feel all those at once?