Arizona.
Is.
Hot.

But there are plenty of fun things to do here.
I've gone to a ghost town out in the mountains, [population: 6. And I'm not even kidding.]

various restaurants that advertise in Massachusetts, [i.e. Red Robin, Jack in the Box, Sonic]

seen a musical, [Beehive; it rocked out loud.]

gone shopping, [I'm leaving for home with a new suitcase..full of new things.]

gone to Sedona, [the place is gorgeous]

the Grand Canyon, [it rained.]

seen Montezuma Castle, [annd a snake!]

been to Mother and Child Rock, [not that amazing..]

visited Cathedral Rock, [they built a cathedral in a ROCK. How is that NOT awesome?]

gotten a tattoo, [henna is so cool.]

gone swimming, [almost everyday.]

and taken many, many pictures. [over 800.]

But you know what?
I'm so glad to be going home to sticky, humid, boring Massachusetts.
I've had my fill of the 120+ degree weather, regardless of how 'dry' the heat is.
I miss my humidity.
And I start school soon. [Day after I get back.]
I miss my friends.
And day after day I've been tortured by the fact that it's so beautiful here; the photographic opportunities are endless, and I have no model!

the HORROR.

Anyway, I'm a little scared about flying home alone, but I think I can manage.
It sucks that I have a layover, but I'm frickin' 16 now.
I may be a minor, but I can look after myself.
[I'm scared shitless, can't you tell??]
Lucky for me, the first flight is the longest this time around. I go from Phoenix to Delaware [Marylannd~!] which is like 4 hours, and then from Delaware to Hartford, and that's just about an hour. It doesn't really seem worth getting off one plane to get onto another one for an hour flight. But whatever, I have to deal.

Oh Massachusetts. How I love to hate you.