After much discussion, Ben and I have decided to move back to Phoenix later this year.
We had originally planned on staying in Denver another two years (to pad his retirement account a bit more to use for a down payment on a condo when we moved back to Phoenix), but for many reasons the Universe seems to be telling us to go sooner rather than later.
I can't say I'm at all upset by this decision. It's no secret that I have been—to put it mildly—dissatisfied—with my employment situation since arriving in Denver, and both us are done with the cold weather, the snow, the ice, and the level of abject stupidity we seem to encounter at every turn on a daily basis in this city. When we were back in Phoenix for our belated wedding reception last September I think it was painfully obvious to both of us how much we missed it. As I Instagrammed at the time:
We always viewed moving to Denver as an adventure, but we've had our fill of adventure and it's time to go home.
And here I was hoping for Arkansas… 😉
We considered it. But we're both done with snow, and our employment prospects seem to be better back in Phoenix (because of the networks we already in have in place there). Plus…think of it this way…it's a new destination for your vacations!
I understand completely. I feel the same way about Tucson but the teabagger takeover of Arizona has given me pause…
I am being selfish to disclaim my eyes widened at the announcement. I would like to have you two nearby and meet up. Welcome home. The rail is very good.