Part of My Heart

This was the state I almost stayed in:  Arizona.  But for lack of change of seasons and no family around, I might have stayed.  Tonight, we stay in a Phoenix WorldMark, and I hear coyotes, siren like in their communal howls.  My view is solitary, blissful, a piece of desert.


Patio view from WorldMark in Phoenix

I let the sadness dissipate.  I felt badly when it came time to check in.  They always hound us owners to go to these sales meetings disguised as breakfasts and education updates.  I heard the spiel as I waited for my turn.  This time I got away.  We’re only here for the night, doing laundry, catching up and are leaving early in the morning.  This I told the woman.  She didn’t quite let me off the hook that easily.  She asked if we could delay the early leave time and attend the breakfast meeting at eight.  Yeah, right.  To spend three hours in a sales pressure bubble?  I don’t think so.

But I’m not going to dwell on that.  I’m going to enjoy the desert’s last call for me.  I’m glad I chose the route I did, but Arizona will always have a part of my heart.  It will always be “the state not taken”.


At Saguaro National Monument East in Tucson. The sky is amazing. The saguaro a friendly spirit.

About andreamarjulie

Just trying to navigate a life circumvented by chronic migraines. Sometimes I write about managing with those, but at other times I am prone to deviate a bit.
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