My parents’ stateside home was in Tucson, Arizona. Although their house is virtually empty now, there is still much work to be done to it cosmetically before it can be sold. Your dad is in London on another work trip, (thankfully, his last for a while) so we are in Tucson for the week with roofers, painters and carpenters arriving first thing tomorrow morning to begin some of the necessary projects.
It is hard to be here with you without my parents and especially emotional for me to have you here without them. It just doesn’t seem right. It is a shell of a house now and doesn’t feel like our home anymore. Luckily, your ever faithful and helpful aunt is here with us. She is stronger than I give her credit for and is such a blessing to have by my side through these difficult tasks.
I always loved coming home and will miss it very much when this house finally does sell and we no longer have a reason to come out here. I will also miss the beautiful desert. There is something completely magical about it to me. It’s hard to describe the beauty of the rich earth tones, the surrounding majestic mountains, the tall saguaro cactus, or the thrill of a quick glimpse at quail, cottontails or roadrunners. It’s gorgeous and you are here for the first time. The desert will always make me think of my mom and dad and their love of the weather, the stunning Arizona sunsets, golf and coyotes howling in their backyard.
The best is yet to be and I am so happy that Arizona will always be the first state outside of California that you were in.