Well, I'm back. I've been too busy catching up with life to write anything, plus I couldn't decide what to write about my trip. I had a fantastic time and, as cheesy as it sounds, I learned a little more about myself while I was there. I won't get into that because I don't want to go all "modern psychology" on you and I don't like to get too personal on my blog. Anyway, Arizona was lovely. It snowed while I was in Prescott and was rainy and chilly most of the time I was there.
I met a lot of people while I was there and I found myself having the attitude that I didn't need to get to know anyone because I would never see them again, but then I realized that there were 9 or 10 people there who I had met before and never really expected to see again. Goes to show that you never know how people will come into your life - who will stay, who will go. There are people who I was very close to 5 years ago who I now have little or no contact with and there are people who I didn't even know 5 years ago or who I met and never expected to see again, who are now some of my closest friends.
I was happy that I found some people close to my age to hang out with. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I found some people (one of whom used to live in Moscow and knew a lot of the same poeple I know) who are in similar places in their lives, so I had a good time getting to know them some.
Another thing I realized while I was gone is that I could never be on Survivor. Okay, okay, besides the fact that I'm a city girl who much prefers hotels and shopping to camping and hiking, it's that whole sleep deprivation thing that would really get me. I spent my first 3 nights in Arizona with limited sleep and by Sunday night, I was absolutely dilerious. I wish I could take a vacation where I go away for a few days, then come home for one night to sleep, then finish the rest of the vacation.
I started writing this with a point, but I forgot what it was supposed to be. I'm rambling. And I could keep on. For pages and pages. But I won't.