New Town, New Habits

I have arrived. Not in the old fashioned "I've made it" kind of way, but in a literal sense. I have arrived in a new city. Sin City. Las Vegas. Loosely known as the desert to those of us from the far left of the nation, and the place I used to refer to as "the place where dreams go to die."

I've been here a while now, though, and I like it. Sure, for many people (those who take their life-savings/entire paycheck to the casino) it still is the place where dreams go to die, but as far as I'm concerned it has everything I need right now. Plus no State tax.

No, I don't love the heat. Today's high (so far) is 105. I haven't lived any place this hot since Texas. Although, as they say (whoever they are), at least it's a dry heat. Yeah. It's usually pretty dry in an oven, too. But I'm here...because this is where I'm supposed to be right now.

Why am I supposed to be here? Have I committed a crime and am being punished? No. Quite the contrary. For the first time in my life, I did something a little impulsive and it paid off. I'm happier than I ever thought was possible.

In the mean time, I've found a way to torture myself, too. No one should be ecstatically happy and not have some way to punish themselves, right? So now I actually willingly walk into a room that's 105+ degrees and at least 40% humidity. It's horrible and I love it. Bikram.

If you ever have the chance to move to Vegas, I'm not going to recommend it, but as I said, it's where I'm supposed to be right now.