Why? It’s the first question everyone asks when I say I just moved from Atlanta to Arizona. Why move to the desert in the middle of summer? To a place where it’s so hot sometimes planes can’t even fly? Why leave the city – all the people – I love so much? And the little house where my partner James’s family has lived for generations?
The short answer is: Why not? The longer answer is: To chase a dream! James accepted a job at Fender guitars, and both of us have always wondered what it would be like to live on the opposite side of the country. Phoenix is a beautiful place, and we’ve got our humidifiers and hiking boots ready for this adventure.
So farewell, Atlanta – we will always rep you. Every day we miss your trees, your hustle, your chicken wing-strewn streets. We’re not sure any other place can live up to you, but you know what they say – absence makes the heart grow fonder. We promise we won’t be strangers.
And Phoenix, let’s do this!