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Why I Live in Phoenix and Appreciating the Little Things

Why I Live in Phoenix and Appreciating the Little Things

avatarthumbnail.jpgWhen you live in one place for 32-plus years the inevitable question is why … why is it that I have forsaken opportunities to move elsewhere in the country to make Phoenix my home long after I was done with high school and college.

Maybe this photograph will help explain:

Look above the houses … that was the color of the sky today, which isn’t much different than the color of the sky here most days except that when the season other areas call “fall” rolls around and temperatures drop below 100 degrees, the blue is a little deeper than the usual sun-blasted shade we see in 112-degree weather.

After photographing a house for a Canadian client whose two-year search appears to have come to an end with an absolutely beautiful selection, I met a friend for lunch at the Red Robin in Surprise just northeast of the Surprise Recreation Campus, home of the Texas Rangers and Kansas City Royals for spring training.

A gentle breeze was blowing out of the east and, though it might be hard to believe for those not accustomed to higher temperatures, it was absolutely delightful. It might have been 97 degrees but with the wind chill, it couldn’t have been more than 93. And 93 can only be appreciated after the triple-digit days have passed.

Instead of rushing into the restaurant I found myself walking slowly down the sidewalk, face upturned into the wind, the sun warming the back of my head as I enjoyed weather that truly is divine. And we haven’t even seen the 80s of October or the 60s and 70s of the winter months that drive our Canadian and second-home market.

This is all brings me to the larger point of today’s post … in the grand scheme of things, my brief Wii-induced detour into Arrowhead Hospital’s cardiac unit was a relatively minor incident. Every day others experience what I did and worse; not all have the opportunity to walk back out.

Still, it took until that moment some two months after my 40th birthday to realize that I’m not in fact bulletproof. And, more importantly, if I allow myself to remain a slave to the never-ending grind that is real estate – weekends are abstract concepts, one day often is the same as the next or the last, and the constant apprehension about the blank slate with which we start each day tends to cause days to roll by more quickly than normal.

There are hiccups to be sure but more and more I find myself letting things that would drive me insane and keep me up all night roll off my back instead. And I also find myself enjoying small moments such as the almost-fall like breeze on my face.

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