It’s come to my attention that I read a friend’s facebook status announcing how it would be 60 degrees on Sunday and guess what I did? I imagined blue skies, warm sunshine, and spring feelings. Do you know what this means?! I heard 60 degrees and thought “warm”. SIXTY DEGREES.
How did this happen? I imagined my blood to be thin and reptile-ish for the rest of my life as to deal with the stifling summers with temperatures over 100. And now, while my desert roots are still long and living, I am suddenly noticing new branches growing full of pine and leaves that would change color if it were autumn. On Wednesday, when I had updated and it had been snowing on and off, I found myself walking in short sleeves back from five rhythms. So, it’s officially happened; I’m some sort of mutant creature that’s adapted for forest and desert life. Oh god, I’m a black widow.
I’m going to now post some pictures that remind me of you.
My sweet little cactus friend that I have had since my first day in Washington. Love this little baby. I open the window so it can peak out and soak up whatever sun happens to shine through.
New little arms are growing! I think. I am almost positive those weren’t there when I first got it. (Peter, if you read this and they aren’t called arms, please forgive me.)
Flying back to Washington and then Flying into Arizona at night.
(Those two are on my wall. Yeeee.)
Look at how tiny he was in that first picture. He was only a few days old, then. Used to just sleep on my stomach while I read books. My Little Foot.
And of course:
My mom and dad, who made it possible for me to even miss Arizona right now. Look at them, all in love and supporting me. Miss them like crazy.
Okay now I’m going to do my project or something. Mehhhhhhhh. There’s a tour happening and people are walking around with umbrellas. It’s not even raining! Silly.
Until next time,
xoxox E.
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