Phoenix in the fall is a magical place. There is something so peaceful about the desert when you can actually stand to be outside in it. Cool air in Phoenix is a welcome novelty and I enjoyed the "warmer" temperatures while everyone else froze... I only donned a coat once; I guess after a few days I readjusted and thought it was cold too.
I suppose I am back in good ole Provo for the long haul. School and work are calling my name and I just can't pretend like I don't hear them anymore. So here's to holding chickens, lunch with my mom, pouring rain, sweater shopping with Jare Bear, Painting my nails with