Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to go to college and live in a more metropolitan/hip/connected place. Would I have been different? More in touch with what is happening in culture, in politics, in anything?
I’ve lived in Tucson for 21 years now, longer than I lived in the UK and I’m still waiting to grow up and find my groove. I’m afraid I may have left it too late – This is how I feel often, but not so much this afternoon. This afternoon was perfect. This afternoon was a reminder of one of the aspects of Tucson I love, it is laid back to the point of falling over and people are friendly.
It isn’t hot enough yet to make the ride from our house to downtown a chore, but the cardigan is no longer necessary. I ride to a bar which every week is the site of a very sweet crafternoon organized by Rebecca of Dream Within Reach and her sister.
Round the table are men and women engaged in all manner of crafts. I know 4 faces at the table, more than ususal, but it doesn’t really matter because Tucson is laid back, the cocktails are cheap and excellent at Sky Bar, the garlic knots from the neighbouring pizza place are fabulous and conversation easy. After acquiring a drink I plonk myself down, pull out a beta test for the washcloth I’m going to use for a Learn-to-Knit fundraiser. A few pleasantries, and we’re into conversations about crafting, bands, local events (including the upcoming Relight the Night event), politics, education, religion and atheism, chickens, you name it.
Projects include dainty embroidery, knitting, that stuff you do by cutting up old images and sticking them together with glue, and kayak building (I kid ye not. Just a small bit of the kayak, but still) . At the end of the afternoon I feel richer. I get back on my bike, heavier now for garlic knots and mojitos, but blame the heavy scent of orange blossom for the slowness of my legs as I cycle through campus and on through Sam Hughes. This is my Tucson and this is a pretty good groove.