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I'm sitting in the Phoenix airport waiting to board my flight back to Chicago...and feeling down about it as usual. Saturday, Noir and I went to a friend's wedding in Tucson. After the wedding, I got on a shuttle to Phoenix and got to see my family and K again. Now here I am. When I come back to Arizona, Phoenix specifically, I always get a sense of desolation; a feeling that there is a lack of community here. And yet, I always feel so down every time I leave. Maybe it's nostalgia or some sort of weird connection I feel with the desert. I don't know, but I wish I would get over it already...
I'll be back in December.
I'll be back in December.