Here's My Story
I quit my job on April 1 of this year. I flew to Vegas on April 2. And promptly fell in love.
No, not with the city; with a man. While hiking in the Valley of Fire, he asked the fateful, "Would you ever consider living here?"
Three visits, many exclamations of "You can't be serious!?" from the family and many, many conversations later, the decision was made: I was moving to Vegas.
Now I've been here a month and, well, frankly, I feel like a foreigner.
That's it. That's the story. And from here on in, this page will be a repository for my (not very deep) insights as I try to get used to a place very, very different from home.
No, not with the city; with a man. While hiking in the Valley of Fire, he asked the fateful, "Would you ever consider living here?"
Three visits, many exclamations of "You can't be serious!?" from the family and many, many conversations later, the decision was made: I was moving to Vegas.
Now I've been here a month and, well, frankly, I feel like a foreigner.
That's it. That's the story. And from here on in, this page will be a repository for my (not very deep) insights as I try to get used to a place very, very different from home.
posted by Belle at 12:55 AM
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