So the fam bam finally made it to Tuscon.
It took us 3 days to drive from Seattle to Tucson. Once we drove through the Cascades, it was 99 % country.
It was interesting to see life outside the city. While I had I grown up in small-town Hawaii, after I moved I never spent much time in any other place other than the city/’burbs. While riding in the passenger seat through the country- lost in my thoughts – I came to the refreshing realizations that not everywhere has a Starbucks in every corner, living in a trailer is actually a very prevalent thing in a lot of places, and there are areas in the country that have 2 or more country music radio stations, among other things.
But we finally made it, and now I – being a current Tuscon stay at home lulu – am tasked unpacking the moving boxes.
And there are so many boxes. Boxes for days.
In the midst of moving, and unpacking all the boxes, Thanksgiving has crept up on me, and with that the Holidays. It hasn’t made me anxious or anything, it has just been one of those things that is like.. oh shit, Thanksgiving – that’s this week.
The constant sunshine doesn’t help with the holidays sneaking up, either. I know, woe is me, the 70 degree constant sunshine is making me forget Thanksgiving. But holidays are usually associated with coffee, warm soups, scarves, and cold weather. The few days that I’ve been in Tucson, the sunshine has thwarted with all of that. Although, I’ve found that I’m still craving ramen and pho’ even though it’s 70 degrees out. It’s like, my soul is saying, Its November – you should be eating ramen.
Being fresh from the NW, it’s all still a new adventure. I’m sure once I get settled in and have a sort of routine going on, everything will go to some sort of norm.