I knew as soon as I moved to Vegas that it could never really be home – for a reasons to numerous to list here – but there were mouths to feed. Then I got involved in a distance relationship, which I incorrectly assumed, in time, would take me to a different place to live. Luckily that fell apart before I moved 1500 miles from anyone who even remotely cares about me.
So here I am, in Vegas, with a good job, family who care, and yet, it still does not feel like home… The answer has to be inside me? Something to ponder.
