home for the holidays
In a few hours I’ll catch a cab to Phoenix Sky Harbor airport and hop on an overnight flight to Detroit (rock city, as it were) and cross the border into Canada to spend the holidays with my family and friends.
It’s been six months since I’ve moved out to the desert, and as the day goes by, I find myself getting genuinely nervous about going home again. I spent twenty-three years in varying large houses all within a 5-mile radius of eachother, and now I’ve setup shop in a two-bedroom condominium in Scottsdale.
Very little is familiar about this place, but I’ve been trying to work myself in gradually. Going to the dentist in this country is a lot more of a hassle (ps: got a root canal last thursday. Felt just dandy)
And, you know, lots of other things. I do my own groceries now and frankly, to make them seem less awkward, I try to time myself (I can do a week’s worth, from door to door, in about 8 minutes flat on a low-aisle-traffic day) and beat previous bests. There are all sorts of public-awkwardnesses that I can afford myself in a city where I really don’t know anybody outside of work (which has been absolutely fantastic).
So, I’m going back home for six days after being away for six months. I’m starting to worry if my accent has changed (I’m sensitive to my pronounciation of “about”), and I’m not sure it’s even dawned on me that I’ll have to cut back on the amount of time I walk around in my underpants.
So, here’s to a Merry Christmas. Bon Voyage and all that. If I don’t manage to post from Windsor, I’ll be back in Phoenix by the 27th.