Earlier in the week, I returned to Seattle after spending six days in Vegas. I don't have any traditionally wild Vegas tales to tell, but I did have an incredible time. You see, I've been dating an LV native (born and raised) and there have been many trips back and forth. One of the things about this trip that made it so special is that it's my last trip before I move there at the end of this month. So, for almost all of my stay, I was taking in the overwhelming fact that, wow, I'll be living here soon. This is a really scary, joyful and exciting thought.
So, here's a little recap of the trip.
Sunshine. Smooches. Dinners out. Lots o' walking (I've never lived anywhere where I could easily walk to coffee, restaurants, the grocery store, etc.). Lots o' laughing. Getting caught up on Season 3 of LOST and asking my boyfriend questions he, thankfully, refuses to answer. Dressing up. Dressing down. Repeatedly preparing myself that it will indeed get much hotter (seriously?). Indulging in two of of my newest obsessions: stuffed date appetizers and banana coconut martinis at Firefly. Displaying my new blonder (otherwise referred to as brassy) hair. Getting on a bike for the first time in thirteen years three days in a row. Acquainting myself with what will be my new neighborhood. Downtown antics. Deep fried Twinkies. Love.
Oops. I cut off his head.
and pretty darn tired in the second.
I love downtown.
It turns out, deep fried Twinkies
are amazing. Note the excitement in my face.
are amazing. Note the excitement in my face.
(I actually have a homemade Twinkie
maker. Just so you know.)
Happy and silly
(before we ate way too much sushi).
The idea that I'm moving to Las Vegas is still crazy to me. With the exception of some time living and traveling abroad, I've always lived in Washington state and kind of assumed I might forever. Sure, I've daydreamed about moving to Austin, Nashville and Los Angeles, but never Vegas. Don't get me wrong, I've had some great times in Sin City. In a previous incarnation, I may have kissed a couple of men in the armed services (because even those opposed to the war have to find their own way of supporting the troops), drank too many cocktails and stayed way too long in the pool with one (or four) frozen daiquiris in hand. I've had fun, but on those trips I always got on my return flight happy to be heading home. I went on a trip in 2006 to celebrate my friend's 30th birthday and I roomed with six (yes, six) platonic male pals. I thought I was laid back enough to handle this arrangement. Turns out, I'm not. I get the heebie jeebies just thinking about how bad that hotel room smelled. I came home exhausted and very, very cranky. I'm pretty sure not all six of those people still want to be friends with me. I swore I would never return.
I returned. I fell in love. I'm moving there in 25 days. Honestly, I'm scared to death. I'm really sad to think about living multiple states from my family and I actually ache when I think about moving away from my nephews. I'm also really scared to live somewhere I don't have any friends... yet. Girlfriends are my life rafts and without them, I'd just be, well, floundering. (So, ladies, if you are sweet and fun and sassy and live in Las Vegas, hit me up. Seriously. Great Las Vegas blogs? Please send them my way.)
However, even with all my fears, I'm so excited. The many things I'm looking forward to: Sunshine. Living with the man I call "mister." Getting to see and hang out with said mister. (Hours on the phone are a great way to get to know someone, but I'm ready to hug him everyday.) I'm also really excited to live in Las Vegas. I've fallen for a side many visitors don't see. However, maybe most of all, I'm excited to discover who I am away from the people who have known me since birth. I've had little glimpses of this when I've travelled. It's amazing to meet the someone new you're just becoming and befriend her.
Carrie Bradshaw said it best, Season 5/Episode One, "Maybe you have to let go of who you were, to become who you will be."
Whatever happens, it's going to be a great adventure. There was a moment last week that seemed to define exactly how I'm feeling about this move... It was late evening and it was warm. I was huffing and puffing on a borrowed bike next to my triathlete boyfriend. He was encouraging me and sweetly lying, "You're doing such a good job." It was silent and, for a moment, Las Vegas felt like a small town. I thought, "This is a perfect moment." It wasn't just the weather, or the bike, or the company (although they were each lovely). It was the quiet, confident ripple of change I felt deep in the sea of my heart. It was, "This could be my life. This could be me." I loved that moment and I love the unknown of what is ahead.