You might argue that this will be the same thing, and to a certain extent you'd be right. But moving to Vegas is a radical change for me, and not just in climate. I've never struck out completely on my own like this before, so I think keeping a record of how I navigate my new life will be quite enjoyable. Hopefully it will be as enjoyable for you to read as it is for me to write.
Let's begin at the beginning:
Dammit. I've just found out that the cafe where I'm writing closes in twenty minutes. (I don't have internet in my apartment yet.) This calls for bullet points.
- Drove with Meg and Leta from Chicago to Vegas over a period of four days. Fun, beautiful, exhausting. Utah has no lights.
- Upon arrival, we stayed with my mom in the Tropicana. Bought things for my new place by day, partied like old ladies in the hotel room by night. Went to a spa one day for mom's birthday. I'm not sure I like spas.
- I've been writing reflection essay after reflection essay for my writing center orientation next week. Only two more to go, and then I'm free.
- My new roommate Luisa is delightful. We are, in her words, movie soulmates, and she has an adorable little white dog named Luna.
- Yesterday I went to happy hour at the Cosmopolitan with several other members of my new program. As of right now, at least, I like them all very much. Hopefully this trend will continue in the future. We then proceeded to one of their houses for a pool party. Apparently pool parties happen a lot. I could get used to this.
- At said pool party, I saw three black widow spiders on the porch. I had already realized roaches and scorpions would be here, but not black widows. I'll try not to get bit.