in the parking lot, we're still waiting

i went home to arizona over christmas weekend. it had been nearly a year to the day since i'd visited last. somehow, in that year, i'd managed to forget the way the suburbs of my youth looked, spread out over the valley floor, in perfect, infinite patterns under the bright lit blue sky. there is something about chandler that just feels so different from the place i call home now. not worse, necessarily, just different. i took some pictures. (third one down is the house i grew up in.)