Oh Phoenix, how you always grab at my heart.

You are full of memories that I often long to forget and memories that I’d love to embrace again. The people that inhabit you call me to be loved, to love, and to remember how fragile we all are. And although you don’t have great coffee, a thriving subculture, or a cool dive bar that doesn’t blow, you have genuine love and relationship.

That’s what keeps me coming home.

Goodbye for now Phoenix. I love you.