I would love to write to you all now and tell you of First Fridays, my walk through the Zoo, the days I have enjoyed eating lunch atop the Sky Harbor parking structure … I would love to sit here and tell you all about my beautiful experiences in the Valley this week. But I can’t, in all honesty … I can’t lie. This last week I have moved myself from one air conditioned box to another — and hibernate for up to twelve hours at time in one of twelve bland khaki warehouse buildings that house University of Phoenix. I work there, I go to school there, I eat there.

I have reached the point — I reach this point every summer — where the heat is just too much and I curse it whenever I step out doors. There are many things I wish to go out and do right now, but this week, I have been lazy in my efforts and have instead retreated to the reccesses of comfort.

And now, currently, I am trying, straining to look at my city with new eyes right now and see all the things there are to tell you about that I have found that I love, and even the many things I hate, the things that we have up on other cities and even the things we lack (a decent youth hostel, among one).

In short, I promise my life will regain some momentem and therefore, readability, soon … but for now, the things I love most about Phoenix are all indoors.

To the West, and those who settled it.