You see, there was a time that I truly hated you. I was so ready to leave I secretly applied to Portland
State and was ready to pack my bags. I was ready to go from too much sun to too much rain
as soon as I possibly could.
But then I went to Italy.
Studying abroad was just the kick I needed to realize I was exactly where I am supposed to be
and maybe it also had to do with some growing up I did as well.
It sometimes takes someone or something knocking on your heart and saying, "Don't be
afraid, there is plenty of room to have multiple homes and love many different places."
I am going to miss the crazy people of Tucson, the amazing friends I have made and the
experiences I have had, the food, the atmosphere, the bars and hole in the wall places,
the celebrations, the Mexican inspired architecture, pastel colored windows,
strange animals, monsoons, and the pretty brick campus that led me here.
I may not ever live in a desert again, but at least I can say that I lived in the best little
desert town in America.
As much as the 18 year old Allie would hate me for saying this,
I love you Tucson.
Thanks for helping me become who I am today.
onward and outward