I’m sitting here on my bed, and I am looking around my room trying to find something that sparks inspiration to write about. I look to my right, and it’s there. Green, bent, and standing tall: a cactus light.
It reminds me of home. Hot, dry, desert, home.
Before I moved here in the middle of my third grade year, I lived in Arizona. I was 20 minutes away from my grandparents and my cousins, only five minutes away from my best friends, and just a quick walk away from my school. I have so many fond memories there ranging from adventures with my neighbors, spraining my foot on the playground after seeing a coyote, dancing at the mall, family Christmas’, or going to different school events. I loved every single second there. Now, I’m not saying I totally hate Virginia, but let’s just say I really, really, really dislike the cold (like really).
I visit Arizona at least once a year, but it is never enough. It always breaks my heart to have to leave my best friends that I have known since first grade, to watch my cousins drive away, to leave my grandparents house to go to the airport. I have always loved my two girl cousins on my dads’ side because they’re family, but for the past four years we have become more than just family. We talk every day and keep each other updated on our lives and “tea” and have an evergrowin bond that I am forever grateful for.
Arizona is just home. The climate, the scenery, the memories, the people, it will always have a special place in my heart. I miss it everyday. I miss the way things used to be, but change is good. Change is normal. My change was Virginia, and I have had so many opportunities and met so many amazing people that I otherwise would not have.