My Lone Sunflower

You would think the sunflowers would grow well here in Arizona due to our abundance of sun. But when I planted my sunflowers they did not do all that well. Maybe I'm just not much of a green thumb yet, but I will be!

This is the only sunflower that got to flower. And then Pepper ran into it, effectively stunting it's growth. But instead of leaving it on the ground looking sad I picked it up and put it in a vase to enjoy for the rest of it's life.

A Change in Plans

I know I haven't posted in a couple days, but that's because I had a big change in plans. Remember how I was supposed to come back to Arizona in about two weeks? Well, it turns out that I'm back in Tucson! I got a call back from a vet's office saying they'd like me to come in and interview with them. So I changed my ticket and the next morning I was jetting home.

I had my interview today, and I think it went well, but even if I don't get the job I feel that this experience has been beneficial for what I want to do with my life.

So these last three days consisted of packing, flying, and a job interview. Now that that crazy little spree is over I will be back to posting every day!

Peaceful Mornings

I woke up early this morning, maybe around 6am. The air was fresh and crisp against my face as I snuggled into my blanket. In the distance I could hear the neighbor's rooster crowing, welcoming the rising sun. Soon the birds started calling to one another in the trees, and the morning was filled with rays of light.

I want more mornings like this. With my impending trip back to Arizona I am only now fully beginning to realize how much I will miss being in the country.

A Simple Pleasure

RIP Spark

*Note* This was posted on1 my old blog, but it was so recent that I feel it's worthwhile to share here too.

Yesterday was a really rough day. It had been a rough night, we knew that this was coming, but it all happened so quickly.

Yesterday around 5pm we had to put my wonderful dog Spark to sleep.

I grew up with Spark, she was my baby. She taught me so much about responsibility and love, and she was truly the sweetest dog.

She had cancer, the vet said she only had two months to live, but she hung in there for four.

It was the single hardest thing I had to do in my life. Making the decision to put her down is not easy, and now I'm questioning if it was the right decision even though I know it was.

Saturday night was really bad. Her entire left side swelled up, she couldn't get up, let alone walk. My mother and I spent the night with her. We didn't know what to do, there are emergency vets in our town, but we would have had to take her to them, and we couldn't get her to the car.

So we hung in there till morning and called a vet to come to our home.

What made me question the decision most was that she was feeling better that morning. She was able to get up and go outside. She was still wagging her tail, smiling, and hungry as ever. But when you looked at her you could tell that she wasn't well.

So we knew it was better to do it now, while she was having a good day, before she became completely miserable again.

She had a good last day. She lounged outside, (it was a perfect day), she got turkey for dinner and big old bone to chew on.

She died at 5pm in my hands. She laid in the grass, her family surrounding her and went to sleep.

It was a good way to go.

RIP Spark

*Note* This was posted on1 my old blog, but it was so recent that I feel it's worthwhile to share here too.

Yesterday was a really rough day. It had been a rough night, we knew that this was coming, but it all happened so quickly.

Yesterday around 5pm we had to put my wonderful dog Spark to sleep.

I grew up with Spark, she was my baby. She taught me so much about responsibility and love, and she was truly the sweetest dog.

She had cancer, the vet said she only had two months to live, but she hung in there for four.

It was the single hardest thing I had to do in my life. Making the decision to put her down is not easy, and now I'm questioning if it was the right decision even though I know it was.

Saturday night was really bad. Her entire left side swelled up, she couldn't get up, let alone walk. My mother and I spent the night with her. We didn't know what to do, there are emergency vets in our town, but we would have had to take her to them, and we couldn't get her to the car.

So we hung in there till morning and called a vet to come to our home.

What made me question the decision most was that she was feeling better that morning. She was able to get up and go outside. She was still wagging her tail, smiling, and hungry as ever. But when you looked at her you could tell that she wasn't well.

So we knew it was better to do it now, while she was having a good day, before she became completely miserable again.

She had a good last day. She lounged outside, (it was a perfect day), she got turkey for dinner and big old bone to chew on.

She died at 5pm in my hands. She laid in the grass, her family surrounding her and went to sleep.

It was a good way to go.

I admit it, I'm Homesick

I'm homesick.

Good old fashioned homesick.

I'm back in Michigan looking after my uncle (he's epileptic) while my grandmother is back in Arizona for the closing on the house she's getting.

I've only been here two weeks, and I only have two more to go, but the homesickness just started to really hit me. Don't get me wrong, I love Michigan; it's absolutely gorgeous here (quite the change from the brown desert) but I miss my family, my home, my routines.

Not only am I looking after my uncle, I'm helping my grandmother pack for the move back to Arizona. It's a little overwhelming, but I know that I'm helping her and helping the family is what matters.

This little break in Michigan has really taught me some things though. In such a short period of time I've discovered an answer to a question that was posed to me by my aunt, and plagued my brain ever since. "What is more important, the people, or the places?" Well, up until this little trip I've always leaned towards the places, but coming to Michigan with a one-way ticket and not knowing when or if I would be returning to Arizona really made me think about it. I've come to the conclusion that, at least at this point in my life, it really is the people that matter. My whole life is back in Arizona. So I swallowed my strong belief that I would be happier somewhere greener, and I got a return ticket. I love my family, and seeing them on a daily basis, having big family dinners on the weekends, is something that is more important to me right now.

So yes, I am homesick. But soon I'll be home again, and I know that I will be missing Michigan again.