Last week, we finally completed our move to Phoenix, AZ. We rented a U-Haul, put the last of our possessions in it, towed our car (with two cats riding in it), and took off. It all reminded me of “The Great Crossing,” when the pioneers put everything they owned in a covered wagon and crossed to the West. We spent our first night in Hutchinson, Kansas.
The scenery was flat and uninteresting until we got to New Mexico, the Land of Enchantment. Then it got beautiful, with purple mountain ranges, silent and mysterious, ranged along the horizon, and we were truly in the Southwest. We spent our second night in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
At that point, I was reminded of the Grapes of Wrath, when they had to cross the desert at night, no matter if Grandma was dying, no matter what–“the fambly had to get across.” We followed along the old Route 66, and I remembered one of my fave TV shows when I was young.
What an adventure! We’re pretty much settled in now, a week later. It’s all good, and I’m so glad to be here, a full-time Phoenician at last.