I like deserts and southern landscapes. I could live in Arizona. Maybe.

In California that I so much love I’d pick Joshua Tree Park and Death Valley over Redwoods and Sequoia national parks any time.

I made a few coast-to-coast road trips and there too I greatly enjoyed the stretches that ran through the desert. Southern California, New Mexico, Arizona. The more desolate the better. The vastness was romantic. The scorching sun had so much raw power.

I’m now visiting Tucson, Arizona. My daughter is playing in a tennis tournament here for the next few days. I have this habit of judging places I visit in a very emotional way. Spiritual almost. Could I live here? Could I make this place my soulmate? It’s like meeting a person and thinking — could I be together with this person? I’m married! For over twenty years now! But I remember dating in my younger years. I’d ask myself those questions, perhaps subconsciously.

Well, I could live in Arizona! This is not the first time I caught myself thinking that while visiting Arizona. Phoenix, Tuscon, Sedona, and the usual tourist destinations — the Grand Canyon, and Antelope Canyon. Of course, these are very light-minded musings. We hiked for thirteen miles in Grand Canyon but I have no idea what it would be like to actually live in Arizona.