Most of you know by now that the last six to eight weeks have been full of changes for me.
I left the NYC metro area, my home for most of the past 40 years, on March 26th to head west to Prescott, Arizona. The journey, most of which was made by Amtrak, took about three weeks all in, with stops in Connecticut, Massachusetts, Chicago (twice), Cincinnati, Kansas City (MO), Santa Fe, Albuquerque, and Flagstaff.
I’ve been chronicling that journey ...
... with more installments to come!
The last couple of weeks have been spent settling into Prescott, the first capital of the state of Arizona.
I spent much of my childhood in Southern California and my family regularly visited friends who lived in Cave Creek and Carefree just north of Phoenix. So, I am very familiar with the high desert in this part of the country and so much of the landscape is familiar and welcoming.
And I have been walking everywhere I can! There’s not a lot of foot traffic outside the downtown Prescott core and I am determined to figure out a way not to have to buy a car before I absolutely have to. Tilting at windmills, I know. But I’ve managed for over a decade without one and I like that feeling of freedom.