When we moved to Arizona last month, I promised myself I wouldn’t complain about the weather.
Yes, it’s hot.
But when it’s not summer, you get fantastic weather most of the year.
The cost of housing is super affordable here, and since we originally planned to move to Silicon Valley instead of Arizona, we are ultra aware of how much we would have been spending there. (Hint: At least two of our children).
We’re closer to our families than we’ve been in the last nine years with my parents only four hours away in Las Vegas and Merrick just a couple more in California. We’ve never been within driving distance of our family, aside from the blissful two years when Landen and Adam lived in our same apartment complex, so this feels like such a luxury to us.
Plus, we live in a great neighborhood with a pool, there’s a lot going on in the area, and Ella attends a top-rated school that is within walking distance.
Also, because it’s more of a desert-y climate, it cools down pretty quickly once the sun goes.
So I’m not going to complain because the temperature is hitting 105 on the regular right now.
And, really, the weather has been much less terrible than I expected. The last month or so that we were in Durham, I kept commenting to Bart, “Once it’s above about 90 degrees, you don’t want to be outside anyway. So whether it’s 92 or 112, either way you’re basically staying indoors or in the pool.”
Plus, in dry heat, I can wear jeans in the summer and not have them pooling around ankles after fifteen minutes thanks to the humidity.
It also means I get a lot of great parking spots when I got out because many people choose their parking spots based on shade (or the possibility of shade) rather than proximity to the building.
And I am far more lazy than I am afraid of a little sunshine.
So all in all, Arizona is working out just fine for me.