Farewell, Tucson

Always true to our never-in-one-place-longer-than-two-years philosophy, we are moving away from Tucson. We weren't going to, but then Mike got into this advanced Chinese program in Taiwan--the Harvard of the Orient, if you will--and then we realized that we would have to pay for the program--3200 dollars per two month term, if you want to know--so we figured we'd better bite the bullet and move in with my parents for a few extra months so we can save money. Thus, our brief summer in Utah has turned into a long summer, fall, and part of winter. Am I glad to be in Utah again, where there are 4 REAL seasons and fall leaves? Yes. Am I glad to be away from the searing heat of Tucson and the inconvenience (long commutes, cost of living, a backyard full of dirt) of life there? Yes. Will I even miss Tucson? YES! It's hard to believe, but I feel very mournful and nostalgic about my time in Tucson and am not really ready to leave good old Starfall Place. Not to mention Basha's--Vic, that means you, you big, crazy, wonderful man. It's odd that I went from HATING Tucson and all things desert-related to actually shedding tears of sadness at saying goodbye to the saguaro cactus in our front yard. I will miss you, Tucson. I don't know if you've seen the last of Carly Paul.