Flight School

Before we left for Arizona last week I was very, very worried. Based on our less than stellar experience in New Mexico I was emotionally preparing myself for the worst; a vast desert wasteland, scorched dry by 100 or more degree heat. No green plants to be seen anywhere. Everything covered in a light dusting of grey/brown dirt. Crumbling adobe buildings. Crazy roommates in a horrible apartment. You get the idea. This actually describes parts of New Mexico (anyone ever been to Shiprock?) so you can imagine my growing terror as we drove farther and farther south. Thankfully, Arizona is not any of these things. Well, at least not the part where Isaac is living. There are trees (even orange trees!) and grass (a must for my mental health-thank heavens for stealing water from the Colorado river!). His apartment is in a very nice complex with a pool and a little pond and walking trails and everything. He does have a couple of special roommates, but nothing's perfect! He is, so far, pleased with the program (how much can you really know after only 1 day?) and is excited to start flying again tomorrow! I am so happy that he's able to finally be doing what he loves!