Hello, all! I’d like to introduce Jen, a guest blogger from The Arizona Russums. She’s from, of course Arizona, and we took some time to compare what our winters are like, her with all that sunshine and me with all this Midwestern crap.
While you’re at it, be sure to check out my guest column at Jen’s blog.
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Hi y’all! I’m Jen and I blog over at The Arizona Russums. On my blog you will find bits about my faith, my marriage, my grad school research and our adventures since moving to Arizona. Mainly, I hope my blog is a place where women are encouraged to love Jesus more deeply.
Today was ugly outside. Mostly cloudy all day and a few drops of rain tonight. It reminded me of my days growing up in Seattle. Gross. Wet. Cold. Gray. I’m just not into it…
Which is why I will be forever thankful that my husband and I packed up immediately after our honeymoon two summers ago and trekked down to Arizona to live in valley of the sun. We love it here. Today was an exception in the weather. It really is sunny here almost every. Single. Day. And when you’ve lived with clouds for 80 percent of your life, sunshine is never a bad thing.
About a week or two after arriving to Phoenix, Micah (the hubs) looked at me one day and said, “You know we are never moving back to Seattle, right?” It was a 110 degrees outside, and I don’t even think we had made a single friend yet in our new city, but I was completely on board. “That’s fine with me,” I quickly replied.
Yes, we have brutally hot summers, and all the locals complain, but Micah and I just spend every second we can floating in our pool. But do you want to know what really makes summer worth it? Winter.
Have you ever experienced an Arizona winter? There are hardly words for it. “Amazing” just doesn’t do it justice. In November, December, January and February, it’s 65 to 75 degrees every day. Sun shining. Crisp mornings that call for a jacket. Warm afternoons that are perfect for sitting outside to read or going for a run (in shorts!) through the neighborhood. You can grill steaks in the backyard 12 months a year here.
Even today, on our lone cloudy winter day, I went running in shorts and a tank top. A brutal winter day here means the temperature is in the low 60s. There were a couple of times last year that it actually got into the 20s overnight, and it was 36 degrees on my morning commute. I wore one of my now-foreign winter coats to school and was lugging it around by lunchtimesince it had warmed up to almost 60 degrees.