My wife was offered a job in Arizona after we both finished college.
I had absolutely no apprehension about the idea of moving, and encouraged her to take the position with my full support. It didn’t matter what destination we chose, I just wanted to get away from our hometown. I made a promise to myself that I would someday. That was right before I made the decision to stay here for four years of undergraduate school. When the day finally came for us to start packing the moving truck, I was absolutely ecstatic for the journey ahead. I was expecting the desert to be hot, but I really had no frame of reference for what I would soon experience. Even a few trips to the theme parks in Florida during the summer couldn’t have prepared me for the sheer intensity of the dry heat in the desertland. The heat would hover anywhere between 110 and 115 degrees for the first three months after we arrived. I could have never conceived of the sun intensity felt in this particular region. To make matters even worse, it’s excruciatingly dry here as well. Skin cracks with ease, especially on your fingertips. One saving grace of the lack of comfortable outdoor humidity is the advent of evaporative coolers. They’re cheaper to run than a central split system like we used to have back out east, and they run on water moisture and fans. A vent pulls in warm outdoor air and then passes it through water pads inside the machine. As the water evaporates into a vapor, the air moving through naturally drops in temperature. The machine creates a fan of cold air that is full of moisture to add needed comfort to a hot and dry home. I just need to be careful with how often I use it since it tends to make the carpet feel wet and soggy when left on for too long.