It’s been exactly one year since I moved to Tubac from LA. My, how time flies! When I first moved out here I don’t know that I was intending to stay permanently ~ my best friends were in LA, my girls were in LA, my clients were mainly in LA, there is sushi in LA…..oh, and did I mention I hated the desert and the heat?
The number one question we all ask upon meeting someone new is “What brought you to Tubac?” (or, as Dr. G put it when I told him I was relocating, “Why the f@*& are you moving out there!?”). In my case, I have some very dear and long time friends (note: I didn’t say “old”, guys if you’re reading this) that I thought were nuts to leave the stunning California coast of Santa Barbara and relocate to the middle of NOWHERE. Nonetheless, I came to visit them and saw how beautiful it actually was out in Tubac and thought…are they nuts? It’s in the middle of NOWHERE!
My company was in the middle stages of despair and starting to require that we took unpaid furloughs in 2009. I knew if I stayed in my home office I’d just mope, so I came out to Tubac again to see my buddies. And again. And again. I got the whim that I should buy a condo out here, rent my place in LA and move to the desert.
I discussed with my girls, got the thumbs up from friends and family (the change will do you good) and went to Nicaragua with my sis. The whole escrow/closing/moving thing was a nightmare ~ I landed in a 3rd world country without final closing docs and everything I owned on a truck headed out to the middle of nowhere (that I was about to call home). Fast forward ~ everything worked out by a hair’s breadth, my friend Kate and I packed up the cats and voila! I moved to Tubac.
Now if you have or know someone who has MS, you know heat is not our friend. Hmmmm you’re thinking, then why did you move to the desert? Now there’s a good question. Well, LA gets hot. I mean, come on, how bad can it be? Well I’m here to tell you. It can be bad. I haven’t yet broached the subject on this blog of one other condition in my life: menopause. I was totally lulled into comfort during the spring months by the most spectacular sunrises, wildflowers, blue skies, mountain vistas and sunsets. The hot flashes every 20 minutes were tempered by the cool evenings and mornings and dips in the pool during the hot afternoons.
And then came summer. Honestly, I thought I was never going to be cool again in my entire life. Temperatures soared well into the 100s. The breezes stopped blowing. My body was a soggy, irate, dishrag 24 hours per day. I started drinking tequila which I hadn’t touched in 37 years (one of those old high school “to-kill-ya” stories) as a margarita now and again does seem to dull the heat prostration.
I’m happy to report I lived. I am now happily ensconced out here in the middle of nowhere with a wonderful support system of amazing friends celebrating my one year anniversary. Apparently, since I made through the summer I am now considered a native. Temperatures have cooled down considerably, by about, oh, 100 degrees. No one ever warned me about the winters here!