home

It hit 100 degrees today, a good reminder that I'm actually home in Phoenix.
It's hard to believe I've been here a week already.
On the flight from orange county to phoenix, I watched the landscape changing miles beneath me as I headed east.
I've made the trip countless times, and sometimes I wonder how different my life looks every time I do.
Change seems to come subtly. Sometimes it's easy to spot, but more often it slowly infiltrates who we are.

But from the moment I stepped into the Phoenix airport, jumped in the car, and headed home, I began to feel a part of me returning.
Maybe it's the familiar streets, the good friends, the old memories.
Much like humanity owes its substance to the earth, I feel ingrained with the desert here.
This state has been a part of me. It has watched me grow, learn, fail, win.

It's always a humbling experience, reconnecting with where I come from.
No matter how much happens out there, no matter what changes,
I will always have this place to come to.
Even in this desert my thirst for belonging is quenched.
It is home.