Arizona’s a Desert, Yo Me: “Hey, did I ever articulate how I was incriminated for shoplifting? Therapist Dan: “The aforementioned is not in my transcriptions. What’s the significance?” Me: “The situation kicked off my anxiety of constabularies for starters.”
Moving out to Arizona has taught me to be bold and dauntless. It 's the greatest risk I 've taken and because of that, I plan on making many more. Taking what I enjoy most in life and turning it to a reality by creating my business. "Step forward into the unknown and assume it will be brilliant."
As I drive around Phoenix with my puppy best friends, Sophie and Paco, there is not a single worry in the world for us. Sophie, with her long, brown, sun kissed fur, bobs her head out the car window as she enjoys the fresh breeze flowing through her fur. Paco rests his little head on the window that is halfway rolled down, as his wet tongue absorbs the wind. On our weekly car rides, my best friends and I pass by a building that has signs with dogs and cats all over. This building is a shelter for animals that are not so fortunate like my two furry friends.
I quickly got into the vehicle, my husband sensed my urgency and drove away. “You okay?” He asked me. I lit a cigarette and said “Yeah.” As tears leaked down my cheeks and smoke billowed around me and out the window. Heading down the freeway I see the “Leaving Oceanside, CA” sign and my chest tightens.
The burning hot sand underneath your feet urges you to stick the in the refreshing water. The beach
Hello my name is Johanth, I was born in San luis Rio Colorado, Sonora. At the age of 6 I was enough fortunate to move to San Luis, Arizona. Since a young age I’ve been very successful in mathematics. I’ve gone to cty at Seattle University and Roger Williams University. Also, I am a car enthusiast I love and enjoy learning and knowing specs about new cars, all types, from sedans to hypercars.
Greeting from Yuma, I 'm sorry I have not sent a letter or called I haven 't had the opportunity. I want to let you know that I 'm okay and I 'm adventuring God 's’ beautiful creations. The craziest thing that has happened to me this far was deciding to paddle down the colorado river. I hitched hiked into Needles, California and began hiking south following the river bank.
I have now bid adieu to The Arizona Trail and my journey to be an example of hope for others who suffer from Multiple Sclerosis. It was an emotional parting but one which has ultimately become dear to my heart despite all of the trials and tribulations along the way. They were all inherent to the journey and would allow for its substance. I realize, though I might not have had at the time, that I would not have traded any one of those precarious times for a volume of lessons have been learned from each and every experience. I was privy to have met new friends and foster my relationships with old ones as well as family.
Moving isn't easy to me and my family. I have moved from state to state and city to city but not found the perfect place to life. But my mom told me we are moving to Arizona. Can this please be the perfect place to life. We arrived to our house, the house wasn’t the biggest but i can deal with it.
Here, sitting on this bench, I found ten minutes of paradise. And like Smith says in her essay, I eventually began thinking about what comes next. What other beaches can I find? In my perspective, a beach can only last for a certain duration of time, and once you leave that environment, it will never be the beach that it was before, because ultimately, life is constantly changing.
I was in despair, the hot air blowing made me want to stifle. The endless golden sand made me a little sick, blurred my vision, and made me unable to walk. After walking for one hours, I felt the sticky sweats dripping down my face, neck, and back, and the rustling sound when we walk on the sand annoys me a little. Water supplies were the essentials for this special “adventure”, which we didn’t stored a lot in our car. My dehydrated mouth were like the desert, lacked of moisture.
Awakened by a bump in the road, I looked out the window to see two 700-foot high sandstone rock slabs on either side of the car while we made our way uphill to our destination, Zion National Park. When we stepped out of the van the warm breeze hit our faces as quickly as the realization that my family and I were finally here. Our trip to Zion had begun, with Bryce, The Grand Canyon, and Monument Valley to follow. The campers and hikers around us were a buzz with discussions of what trail they should take for the day, how much gear they should bring, and how much water was necessary for their hike.
All start’s me on a sunny afternoon, my family and I are on a trip on the plane to Las Vegas. I invited my friend, Darlene and my niece, Kassi. Darlene and I are listening to music on my phone while Kassi is on her phone watching videos. Later on we get off the airplane a man guides us to the airport. My dad, meanwhile calls a taxi to take us to a hotel.
Moving towards the washrooms, one could not fail to notice a parking lot so small and crowded with the few people present at the beach. The concession stand has old bathrooms that look like they need renovation sooner than later. Walking in the beach, minds free of the worldly worries and legs free from the enclosure of the shoes, life could never get better than that. Nobody should come and take away the peace of mind that the sea breeze gives to its visitors by being rude to them or failing to perform their duty.
The beach is always changing, when the waves come in and wash everything away and when the little children build their sand castle empires they wash away too. Everytime I’m at the beach, I wonder if I
