Today is my last day in the Valley of the Sun. It is certainly bittersweet, considering this was my home for nearly my entire childhood. I know, I know, I'll be back, eventually. But when I return, I'll be a different person. I mean, when I left a year ago for Los Angeles, I was a different person than I am today. It can only be expected, I guess.
Returning this time, I really felt like I was a stranger to my hometown; Phoenix no longer felt like mine. I was a visitor, searching out my favorite haunts (Valle Luna, Anzio's and Barro's, for the win). This makes me feel a little peripatetic, like I've got no home base. But it is just an impetus for me to search out a hometown myself.
The only thing I can hope is that I never have to visit Phoenix in the summer again! EEK!