I’ve now lived in the Phoenix area for almost three months. This is the first “big city” that I have ever lived in. I spent my last three and a half years in Yuma, Arizona. And I grew up in a pretty small town graduating with a little over 100 people (small I know). I consider, Fairland, my hometown; the place where I grew up and was raised. Not everyone gets the experience of living in the same place for 18 years. Some kids move from home to home because of their parents’ work. Some children float between mom and dad’s place because they are divorced or not together. Some children don’t even have a place they can call home.
It’s been a while since I have written a blog post, but to my defense I have had a lot of life changes in the last month.
Scratch that, the last 4 months have been pretty crazy. You know what, the last FIVE years have been something in and of themselves.
I think back to when I graduated high school. What comes next? What did I want to do? Who did I want to be? Continue reading