When I moved to Las Vegas 3 years ago, it felt so foreign, so surreal. It was extremely hot; nobody seemed to have the time to say hello; the palm trees were pretty, but odd; the landscape barren and I was lonely. I've lived in 6 states now but most of my life was spent in Washington state. When it came time to leave the Seattle area, I was delighted. Things had happened in the last few years there that made me yearn for a new life; I got my wish but it didn't turn out to be the blissful beginning that I dreamed of. I made the best of it though because that's what I do, and eventually I made dear friends and it became home.Now I am in another state and find myself missing Las Vegas and all that it had become for me. This new place is more familiar-- looking much like Washington, but it doesn't feel like home yet. I know eventually it will but this time in between is trying. Thank goodness I have my son as we keep each other occupied and share an indescribable love. I look around at the mountains and rivers that I am surrounded with and wonder what this next chapter will bring. It is so beautiful but that surreal feeling I had when moving to Las Vegas followed me here too.
Just my thoughts right now.....
