Tag: wanderlust

There She Goes: Phoenix

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The fickle Minneapolis winter is devouring my soul. On any day, it could be 15 degrees and snowing, or 60 and sunny. My hopes for relief from the frigid morning commute, raised by signs of warming and melt, are dashed with every lazy snow flurry. “I just want to be warm,” is steadily becoming my catchphrase.

Bleak though my current situation may be, there was a beacon of hope. The upcoming wedding of two friends in Phoenix, Arizona. Let me just repeat those glorious words  for you; Phoenix, Arizona.. land of warm. Much like the mythical phoenix, I would leave my old, cold self in Minneapolis, and be reborn in the blazing sun of Phoenix. Too much? Little heavy handed there? Sorry… not sorry. This is what consecutive months of below freezing temps does to my brain. Deal with it, but please keep reading. It’s picture time.

 

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It’s good to get away…

Absorb a some culture…

Navigate outside of your comfort zone…

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Sink into the city vibe…

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Soak up the sunshine…

And get real cozy with the locals…

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Sites of my joyous thawcation:

–Phoenix Art Museum: You Who are Getting Obliterated in the Dancing Swarm of Fireflies 2005 by Yayoi Kusama

-Superstition Mountains in the Tonto National Forest

–Boyce Thompson Arboretum

–The Chuckbox in Tempe

– The Clarendon Hotel and Spa

…and an exceedingly creepy The Last Supper staged with disturbing dolls in the basement of Hanny’s pub, I feel the most was made of my brief adventure to prevent my heart from freezing into a solid ice block.

I would highly suggest all of these locales for someone looking to get away from Minneapolis, or anywhere really…but my experience is limited to escaping Minneapolis, which I hope to do soon… permanently.

I want a big world…

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I am a military brat, my father was in a branch of the Coast Guard called the Indian Health Service. As a child, I was privy to amazing ceremonies and experiences because of my father’s career… but as an adult, I feel like I haven’t accomplished much. I work at an adequate job, I have a decent apartment, I am cared for deeply by many people, I am free to pursue any passion that comes my way. By almost every account, I am living a very good life… but I feel like I live in such a small world.

Small world, doesn’t sound so bad.. It’s a ride at Disneyland, IT CAN’T BE BAD! But more and more… compounding exponentially, I want a big world.

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I rarely travel, the excuse usually being that my student loan payments get in the way of amassing a decent savings. I know, this is all bullshit. I see it. I hear it. The quiet little voice in the back of my mind never lets me forget that I am running out time to travel without guilt… I don’t have kids, I don’t have a car, I don’t have a mortgage. Thanks to online banking, I can take care of my life from anywhere on the planet with internet service. I need to get out of here.

I want to be the citizen of a big world. A world so vast and large that I cannot fathom ever running out of art museums to peruse, new plants to ogle, bemusing birds, sweets to savor… all the things! Give them to me! Nooow! Alright, not now, but soon… and in manageable chunks. I still have to work occasionally to eat, and you know, pay those damn student loans.

‘I still have so much time,’ I will continue to whisper quietly to myself at work while saving my pennies.

The world is waiting with open arms.