Years ago pokemon go came out and it caused my fiance and I to explore a little more than we already did.
A few weeks after the hype settled down we were sitting on the couch relaxing the day away. All of this sudden I hear "oh my god! Pooping lizard!" "excuse me, what?" "there's a pokestop called pooping lizard!" I'm hooked, sign me up immediately, I must see this.
About a block away from our home on the corner of a side street and a major road lies a small mural about 4 feet high and 3 feet wide. It's a lizard sitting on a rock with small droplets of poop under him. Utterly hysterical to see for the first time. I thought to myself "this feels very Tucson, I really like this". I also thought "huh, maybe there's more for me to see in Tucson" assuming I already knew the city top to bottom.
This moment is memorable because it's one of many turning points that helped me learn my city wasn't so bad. I felt proud, once again, to say "that is SO Tucson!". I felt the rush of exploring once again, that feeling of being between the known and the unknown, and I was really comfortable.