Repetition of a cycle...

(Written at beginning of return home.) Exactly one week after my initial attempt to return home for the holidays I finally arrived in Arizona. The fates were finally evening out my karma from the amazing dream vacation in Paris by canceling 3 of my international flights and deserting me in the freezing cold London with only summer clothes in my luggage. Needless to say it was an emotionally trying time that I would love to put behind me for a while.

Once finally back in my belovéd Tucson, I am busy catching up with everyone before they have to return to their respective Universities for the Spring terms. So after a measly 2.5 days of recovery I am back to driving the oh-so-familiar streets of my hometown to visit my scintillatingly silly yet clever and crafty high school friends scattered across the city. And after 4 months apart we pick right back up on our silly antics, baking, goldfish covered pizzas, titillatingly commentated movies and gossiping about all our old classmates. (From this point on written at end of my stay in Tucson.) Not to mention lunches at our favorite restaurants - Indian, Chinese, Japanese (aka sushi), good ol' sandwiches, and a late night IHOP run - catching the matinée and cheap movies and basically frolicking about.

It was a blast

It always nice to know there is a place you can retreat to, a comfort zone - not just my house and my family, but a whole town full of funtastic people who I am proud to call my friends. Thanks guys! <3