So I'm no longer in Kentucky! I'm out of that place, should have burned the house to the ground but now I'm in Phoenix, Arizona! And this place is a lot less humid than either Kentucky and Florida but the temperature is insane. So I got to live for one year in a place that has seasons before moving to an arid desert that's a testament to man's hubris.

Luckily for me most of the shit I had packed up from the first move hadn't been unpacked a year later, so that's points for procrastination. We're in a much smaller place now, but it's modern! No more dilapidated sinks dripping in the kitchen, or rickety water heaters that turn showering into a quick time event so you have to slap the shower head out of the way before it boils your skin off. No more sketchy ghetto neighborhoods were I see 4 hookers a night playing Pokemon go, or are constantly asked for cigarettes. Now, all that's ahead of me is dehydration and heat strokes, and trying to establish some degree of normalcy in my life.