I'm here now. Here in Green Valley. And honestly I don't know what to say. I was so excited getting on the road. Going someplace! From my house I can see Interstate 10 in the distance, the sun glinting off the metal of cars, trucks, everyone going moving going and now it was me.

From where I live in Phoenix to where I'm renting in Green Valley is two hours. An hour and a half on I-10, 75, 80 miles an hour passing on the left, traveling on the right, and the other half hour on I-19, veering off toward Mexico, with roads marked in kilometers, Indian Reservations, mountains all around.

And then there are some turns and there is Green Valley. And there is my rental house. My fears answered. Complete with funky smell and trouble with the WiFi and calls to Cox to get on-line and also the TV wasn't working and the dogs were anxious and jumping around and my mouth was dry from talking talking to Cox to get on-line and there was the need to go to Safeway and bring in some food.