Coming Home: Growing Up in Arizona

Reflections about growing up in the Grand Canyon state, leaving for college, and somehow always ending up back in the desert (in the form of FAQs, of course).

MeAtGrandCanyon
Circa 2014 at the Grand Canyon, staring aimlessly into the sun without any thought.

Why even write this post?

Because I realized that I’ve spent every single summer since starting college back in Arizona. And now I’m here again, albeit purposefully–with a full 3-month long internship. I always end up back here, and I have a lot of feelings about it!

How many summers have you spent here?

All of them. I’m 3/3 so far.

How did you end up with an internship back in Arizona?

Honestly, by sheer coincidence. I applied to different internships all over, and first got a call back from Wells Fargo. I was fortunate enough to receive a written offer earlier than most, and got to choose my preferred site. Although I do love visiting home whenever I can, it’s nice to have a more structured reason this time.

How are Arizona summers?

They are tough. There’s a specific kind of noon heat that feels like walking into an oven (my mom’s verbatim description of walking out of Sky Harbor airport for the first time, coming from West Lafayette, Indiana). However, nothing really can beat the sunset. Looking over Catalina Foothills on a summer evening is an indescribable feeling.

What do you do when you get back?

This is a general note, but there a few things that have suprised me about Phoenix, since the time I’ve been gone.

For one, the city has a considerably large, vibrant downtown scene. Additionally, there are lots of great local coffee shops I somehow never noticed before.

What advice would you give to college students coming to Arizona for the summer?

Every year, I think “this is the last Arizona summer.”

Every year, I’m back. And honestly? I’m okay with that.

Till next time.