Greetings from Las Vegas! It’s widely known as the entertainment capital of the world. To exemplify that statement, I went to three different concerts in my first week as a resident and missed probably 10 times that amount. As fun as it is and as nice as people have been, I’ll admit, it’s taking a while to get adjusted.
My first week update: Things are good! I’m playing radio, staying busy, checking out my new city and having a bit of fun along the way. However, I miss my family and friends a lot. I’m not quite to the point where I’m crying myself to sleep and regretting the decision to move … yet. But, it is tough.
That’s not to say I’m not making friends here. On the contrary, I’ve met lots of cool people. But, as nice as everyone has been, I find myself looking at them much like the Channel 4 News team looked at Veronica Corningstone when she sat in Ron Burgundy’s chair. These people are imposters.
Social media helps and FaceTime helps, I think. I’m not sure if it makes it better or worse that I can see my wife and kids every night. But it does give me a tiny glimpse into just part of the sacrifice that our military service men and women make for our country. And just think, they’ve been doing this long before they could video chat their family or log onto Facebook to see their friends arguing over politics … all while getting shot at.
I’m getting off subject, but mad props to our men and women in uniform. The biggest difference, for me, is that my family will be moving out here with me as soon as we find a place to live. Well, I’m also not getting shot at. That’s a pretty huge difference as well.
Even when making such a positive change for my career and family, sometimes I question my decision. It gets tough when you’re in a strange city surrounded by strange people and broke because moving is expensive. Those would be the times when I think “what the hell am I doing?”
Oddly enough, this is the part where social media helps. In between the posts complaining about politics and my rants about the iron grip of a gym membership, there are my friends who like to keep it positive. Just this morning, the first three things I read were stories about people who literally faced near death and bounced back to do great things. It’s like the Facebook God (Mark Zuckerberg) knew I needed a little refocusing. Add to that an Instagram post about our bodies being “literal ticking time bombs … make the most of life before yours goes off.” OK, a little extreme, but I get what you’re going for, there.
A few years ago, I got into the habit of posting some sort of motivational, positive quote every day. A friend (and the woman who put me on the cover of the Metro Spirit), Molly Swift, told me that those little bits of positivity helped her on certain occasions. I don’t think that fully resonated with me until now. While I’m not depressed or anything, this moving thing is hard. I’m alone in the world’s biggest adult playground with about $11 to my name and football starts at like 9, 10 a.m. around here. What kind of devil-trickery is this?!
In all seriousness, I appreciate everyone who has reached out and who has helped. Some of you have helped without even knowing just by posting something uplifting. It re-enforces a point I’ve written about several times in the past: You never know when, why or how the nice, positive things you do or say will help someone. It’s helped me the past couple of weeks. And for that, I thank you.
By the time this prints, surely I’ll have turned that $11 into a small fortune at Caesar’s, and we’re inching ever closer to finding new digs so the fam can move out west with me.
Life, as we already know, is good!