“I want to move back to Las Vegas, for real,” I said, turning to my best friend, Shane, who was driving us to his parents home so I could see them before I left town in a few hours. “No, you don’t,” he said. “D, I know you.” He was right. There are very fewContinue reading “You got to have faith”
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The top 25 reasons why I Love Las Vegas (The List)
25. There is no last call. Unless you are at a club, then you catch last call and head to ANY other bar in the world because they will always be open. 24. The shopping. Ummm … the world’s biggest H & M; window-shopping through Wynn, the Forum and The Shoppes at The Palazzo; theContinue reading “The top 25 reasons why I Love Las Vegas (The List)”
Some place with a view
I sat in the back of Brock’s SUV, looking out into the nighttime desert landscape … flat and black, giving way to the Strip a few miles ahead of us. It had been an emotional six days in Las Vegas. I had arrived days earlier and spent my first night with Kyla, showing her photosContinue reading “Some place with a view”
Viva Lost Wages
Oh. My. God. Did I just fall back in love with Las Vegas? I rubbed my eyes and shook off my nearly six(!) hour flight. Thanks, headwinds. Las [insert expletive here] Vegas. A rush of emotions filled me silmutaneously. First — happiness. I was seeing some of my closest friends in the world after aContinue reading “Viva Lost Wages”
That familiar feeling
Las Vegas. I have had a love/hate relationship with Sin City since I moved there in 2005. Back then, I was a scared mid-20s girl, trying to gracefully exit a number of things: a destructive relationship, a crap job, living with my parents (thank you, Mom and Dad, I love you), as well as tryingContinue reading “That familiar feeling”
Purgatory
I landed in Las Vegas 12 days after my Escape from Suburbia to celebrate my birthday. Between my road trip with Jason and Las Vegs I was stuck in this hell. This … purgatory. The transition from traveling to arriving home to getting your shit together is the biggest mind f#$% in the world. TheContinue reading “Purgatory”
Adjusting to American life
“D, what’s wrong? You don’t look too good,” Mom said to me as we sat at the kitchen table following dinner a few days after my arrival. She was right. I wasn’t good. I was far from it. The day before, my mom, dad and I drove up to Pennsylvania so I could say “goodbye”Continue reading “Adjusting to American life”
On being home
Once we got in the car at Dulles, I was finally able to breathe … sort of. I wistfully looked out the window as trees whizzed by, comforted to be in the car with my parents, but not sure of anything else. What happens now? Where do I go? What do I do? “Your firstContinue reading “On being home”
The toils of re-entry
I clutched my navy blue American passport in my hand, along with my customs declaration, as the United flight I was on braked hard as the wheels hit the runway. America. My heart began to race. Even faster than it had raced the entire 10 hour flight back to Washington, DC from Frankfurt. I hadn’t slept onContinue reading “The toils of re-entry”
Sleeping in airports — part two
I knew spending the night at Frankfurt’s airport was likely my only option. I couldn’t be bothered with the logistics of getting into town, finding a hostel or hotel, getting back to the airport … it just was not something I had any desire to put myself through. I was so close to being home.Continue reading “Sleeping in airports — part two”
D Travels 'Round 