He writes in this font, she writes in this font.
Goodbye Arizona, I bid you farewell!
Confused? I’ll explain: You read right on our last post, I am not moving to the Rose City until Oct. 26 — a little under three weeks from now. Still, this past weekend was my last one in Phoenix before the move. This upcoming weekend I will be camping (shockingly, Arizona has woodsy areas) and then I am going to PDX the following one. Yes, this leaves another weekend before the move — technically — but who counts a packing and cleaning weekend?! I certainly do not.
Also, call me sentimental, but I like to think that I spent my last weekend here in Phoenix with Megan. It’s more memorable. Oh, that’s just lovely and certainly much more memorable!
So what do you do for a farewell weekend? I tried to fill it with some of my favorite things, of course. Luckily, the Arizona sun decided to curb its fury for the weekend so that Megan and I could run around town and enjoy the sites one last time. It was so nice to not melt while visiting for a change.
Saturday morning started with donuts, obviously. For the past three years I have used nami donuts as therapy for difficult days in court or long weekends in the office. Located just a few minutes from my office in downtown Phoenix, this vegan pastry and coffee place has been my refuge on the toughest of days. I am not above admitting that their slogan “made with nami love” has actually given me encouragement after a long day of trial — or maybe it was just the sugar rush.
We may have over-indulged. Is there really such a thing? I blame it on their incredible menu and it being my last visit before moving: I was extra-hyper after my two donut start to the day… the pitaya power breakfast and coffee may have added to that as well. Oops. At least we were ready for some adventures! I must say, the vegan country breakfast burrito was amazing! I mean, who doesn’t like a little bit of maple syrup with tofu, tempeh, and veggies? It was truly a fantastic combination!
Next stop: Zinnias at Melrose. Going to this vintage market just outside of downtown Phoenix has been part of my Saturday routine for years. I am grateful that Megan also likes vintage stuff and the feeling of rummaging through an attic because stopping by Zinnias was an absolute necessity for me. Pure looky-loos this weekend (oh yes, that is a real term), we spent hours exploring the store and dream-decorating our future home. Yes, the visit made my head dream up the most beautiful “Mad Men” inspired home. I’m talking about Don and Betty Draper in the Suburbs designs. Based on our design plans, we may need a few dream homes actually.
After a couple of hours sifting through dust and discovering treasures, we needed a little sun and fresh air! Finally Megan got to make use of the bikini she brings on each visit. We spent the entire afternoon soaking up the sunlight while immersing ourselves in books and a little bit of wine… maybe a touch past a little bit, but only slightly.
*It was nap time.*
Feeling refreshed several hours later, Megan was adamant that we go for a hike together before the impending sunset closed that option. You see, we plan to hike each time she visits. Sometimes the oven-like heat dissuades us from that mission. Other times we enjoy one too many margaritas to make a hike possible. This time, thankfully, Megan would not accept any excuses: We Were Going Hiking.
We ended the day by watching the sunset from Squaw Peak. It was perfect. Absolutely stunning. While Megan snapped photo after photo trying to capture the colors just right, I reflected on the countless times I had hiked the mountain previously; always by myself. Damn, I am being sentimental again. It’s kind of funny to hear him say that. At the beginning of our relationship he asked me if I was a “romantic” or “sentimental.” I said that I was a combination of both, I love the passion of romance, but I have a love for nostalgia. I live with glowing feelings about certain moments I have experienced. I prefer to have that kind of energy stay in my heart. He said that he was certainly not sentimental because that means that you want things to last. It’s interesting how much more sentimental he is now.
I cannot think of a better way to say goodbye to Phoenix and welcome-in the next adventure of my life — with Megan.
Now onto Portland!