Being from the east, I was also intrigued with the landscape of the southwest, so different from anything I had ever seen. Imagining a place with no green fields, no woods, no rivers and streams, but instead red soil, scrub brush and cactus, seemed foreign to me. I ended up loving it so much I almost moved there.
Impulsive decisions seemed par for the course for me in my 20s. When I graduated from college in New York State, I decided to move to Chicago. I didn't have any family here, only knew three people in the whole city, and didn't even have a place to stay when I and my two suitcases arrived in June. I've told the story so many times since then, and everyone's response is, "you are so brave!" I think it's more the blind certainty of youth. I figured, if things didn't work out, I'd just buy a return ticket to Rochester, no big deal.
Here it is 13 years later, I'm married, own a house, have a kid and another on the way. I think things worked out quite well. Now, set in my ways and secure in my life, I can't believe I was ever that type of person who could move 1/3 of the way across the country or spend a week in New Orleans or New Mexico alone. I'm kind of proud of it, I think.
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Very nice Jennifer. I really like the view with the arch. I've not been to Santa Fe but it is on my list.
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