Being stationary is a weird feeling. Even now, after being stationary for seven months, I still can’t quite get used to it. I didn’t think returning from long-term travel would be this difficult for me. Since I’ve been home I have gone through various stages of long-term-travel-decompression. First, it was that stifling feeling of notContinue reading “RTW Travel: A Blessing and a Curse”
Tag Archives: Las Vegas
Coming clean
My head was pressed against the steering wheel as I cried into my speakers on the phone with Shane. “I just can’t do this anymore,” I sobbed. “I don’t want to be here. I want to be in Las Vegas. Or Europe. I am so stuck!” It had been more than a week since IContinue reading “Coming clean”
You got to have faith
“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”
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”
‘Twas the night before London
At the job I met T. He was the owner’s nephew and was working at the restaurant, too. I fell in love with him.
The awful, first love kind of way where you never think you will ever in a million years feel the way you feel about the man you are with.
Only, our relationship wasn’t a good one. T was an alcoholic, 10 years my senior, who despised life. While his self-loathing and misery didn’t rub off on me, it was entirely taken out on me. Our relationship was one of cyclical emotional abuse. It was pints of I-love-you’s with double shots of I-hate-you’s and lots and lots (and lots) of tears. And crazy wicked emotional hangovers.
Preparing for my RTW trip: bye bye blonde
Hi. My name is D and I’m a hair snob.
Really. I am.
I religiously trim my split-ends. I retouch my roots regularly. Whoever gets me in their chair is one hell of a lucky stylist because, when it comes to my hair, I have been known to spare no expense.
And now I’m going backpacking. And not spending money.
Right.
I can see this working real well.
D Travels 'Round 