A few weeks ago I went to Arizona with some friends. I spent a weekend taking in scenery unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. I hadn’t realised how beautiful rock could be, but the dusky red rock everywhere was so stunning. Three days passed exploring slot canyons and boating and doing some (very light) hiking — it was August after all, and 100+ degrees was no joke. It was a really fun trip and a much needed break from reality.
We spent one of the evenings watching the sunset from the hotel veranda. It was wonderful and peaceful and definitely not something I’d easily be able to experience in New York. I’ve been getting an itch to have these kinds of moments more often — being able to curl up outside with a book and enjoy nature. Part of me wants to move away and get a house and live out my cottagecore dreams. The other, louder part of me reminds me that I can do that later, and to enjoy New York for now.
I think it’s the right move to stay here a while longer, but my trip to Arizona helped me realise that if I’m going to stay, I’d better do it right. That way I’ll have no regrets later. I have more clarity on the next few years now, which is a good thing. I’ve been antsy for months while trying to figure out my next steps, and I hadn’t been able to make any progress towards an answer. I’m all set now, I guess I just needed a trip to Arizona to figure things out.
