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September 12, 2006

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Growing up, I never would have said I necessarily wanted to live in Arizona forever. My grandparents all lived in Illinois, and it was enjoyable if not humid. But we also visited San Diego every summer, and I was pretty much in love with it. To have the ocean right there? To have the cool weather and the beach vistas? Move me in, baby! Then Something Happened a couple years ago and I realized Arizona was the place for me. I may bitch about the weather a couple times in a summer, but _it's home_. I wouldn't trade those melt-your-skin-off days for all the beaches in California. (And hey, if I live long enough, California's bound to drop off into the ocean anyway!) Last year, a job opening popped up at a company I admired in Oregon. I was well-qualified for it, the company was great, and it was work I loved doing. Pay was good, too. But for all those benefits, the thought of leaving Arizona kept me from even applying. I can't imagine life without living in the valley, without earth-shaking monsoon storms, without the landscapes I grew up on. Where else in the nation can you find every kind of biome in one state? You can't. Other places are great to visit and can offer some awesome material for photographing, but at the end of the day I want to come home to cactus and monsoons and sweltering heat and snow an hour away. [Incidentally, I somehow made Arizona sound appealing to one of my distant friends with a phrase like that. He said not having to shovel snow or drive on it was well worth the hot summer. If you say so, Kev.] Arizona just seems to have that effect on people. My parents moved here because my dad fell in love with it when he came to check ASU out for his master's. Sure, the state government (not to mention federal) may do some stupid things here sometimes, but dammit, it's _our_ stupid government. Short of Palo Verde melting down tomorrow and sending us all fleeing from nuclear fallout—in which case yes, I would jump in my Jeep and go as fast as four all-terrains could take me—I'm a lifer. Although realistically, we'd all die anyway because nobody in Phoenix can drive and we'd be in bumper-to-bumper gridlock for no real reason as the radioactive cloud washed over and rendered us all sterile. I was driving to Phoenix last week and the 60 was backed up for two miles because someone had pulled off to the side of the road—WTF? Keep driving, people!

Posted by Colin at September 12, 2006 9:00 AM

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So does that mean you'll be joining the rest of us crazy Arizona bloggers next month for drinks and conversation?

AZ Blog-tober Fest

Posted by: Vox at September 12, 2006 2:33 PM

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