It was late summer when I moved to Phoenix back in the late 80s or early 90s (the latter, I think)....just me & my kids. I found a cheap apartment in the Glendale area. I found out quick that Glendale is Phoenix's underbelly.
First day we were there, the movers arrived with everything except my sewing machine and the boys' bikes were stolen while we were inside setting up their beds. I never did locate the sewing machine and we never saw the bikes again, either.
On day 2 the boys came home from the pool with their shoulders burned black from the sun. Black. I'm not exaggerating. I'd never seen that before. (today, their shoulders are heavily freckled there; checked by a dermatologist 3 times in 3 years)
On day 3, my younger son was playing out in front of the apartment when some kid ran up and grabbed one of his GI Joes and ran off with it. Liam chased after him, but the kid was older and taller and had too good a lead on him.
After that, we never left anything outside, the kids played indoors, and there was no swimming after 3pm.
On day 4, my older son spotted the GI Joe thief and surreptitiously followed him home, and then told me his apartment number. I went and talked to the kid's mom, and got the Joe back. She was extremely unpleasant about it, but fortunately, the kid seemed like he was afraid of me. I didn't threaten him or anything of the sort, I just told him, firmly, to go to his room, get the GI Joe, bring it to me and we'd be done.
That wasn't the last of our problems there, but anyway, meanwhile, I looked for work and decent child care everywhere except the Glendale area.
Driving around Phoenix was miserable! The heat wasn't the main issue, it was the traffic, and waiting forever for the traffic lights to turn green, and mostly, everybody's pissy mood. Nobody seemed happy there. No one. Phoenix was like the City of Miserables.
I gave it 6 weeks and moved again. I'd passed an exam to start training at the police academy, but I was done, man. Pretty sure we moved to Nevada from there....yeah, to a little hamlet in the desert called Helm, if I remember right. It's on the outskirts of Vegas. Still hot, but the people were really pleasant.