Transitions

Prescott, Arizona. In August, Cara, myself, and minimal belongings left New York to impart on a grand adventure in the world of non-profitry. Wide-eyed and sun-burned, we surfed into town on a wave of bad news: Yarnell, AZ had recently suffered a massive wildfire that deeply scarred residents and surrounding towns.

Wild fires? What were we getting ourselves into?

Fast forward to October, and we're starting to develop a feel for the Prescott culture. It’s a community of two-steppers, beer-drinkers, and do-gooders. Both the weather and the people are saturated in South Western warmth, a welcoming (if startling) change from the New York affectation.

A lot is different here, and we hope to catalog Arizona's (wonderful) peculiarities within this blog. 

Now that the nights are cold and the zombie nerds are in full force, Cara and I are plotting Halloween shenanigans. I'm currently deciding whether or not I want to use temporary hair dye to portray Shelley Duvall ala The Shining, and Cara is brushing off her shoulder-pad-rocking skills for an epic rendering of Agent Scully. We are both fighting urges to buy ALL THE WIGS in the thrift stores around here. Seriously, there are boxes on boxes of wigs to be had.

Fall, here we come!

Love always,

Anna