Well, my fellow sharers, it’s the end of an era for me. Okay, not an era really since it only spanned a little over a year, but at least a chapter. This will be my last post from (almost) south of the border. Yep, I’m heading back to the land of grass and trees and green things once more. As much as I miss those three things, though, part of me is terribly sad about leaving. Living here has been an adventure and I’ve learned so much about myself that surprised me. I wasn’t sure if I could live in the desert, to be honest. I’m a mountain person at heart, and I need trees and water to keep me relatively sane. So the prospect of living in the Sun City was a little daunting on that account, not to mention that none of my friends or family ever even considers heading in this direction. At least, not intentionally. But what I found here was a vibrant city with colorful people and a beauty all its own, vast and wild. I’ve learned that the solitude of the endless desert can do wonders for soul contemplation and can be a balm to the spirit. I understand now why so many people are drawn to the lonely, barren places. There’s something about all that open space, all that empty size that gives you an entirely new perspective. There’s room to breathe, long and deep, and in this overcrowded world that is something to appreciate, my fellow sharers.