What’s left for me here?

After walking 7 blocks to the nearest Metro stop in the rain (man, I hate DC weather), I stand on the platform waiting 10 more minutes for the next green line train and think to myself: I am so glad I packed up and moved.. Don’t get me wrong… I love DC and of course I have friends and family here… but my life is 100 times better in Las Vegas than it ever was, and probably ever could be, here. The real friends I have here are few and far between. The rest are just ‘filler’. In Vegas, I have met and made more real friends in the 5 months that I have lived there, than the 24 years in DC. Maybe its the “newness” of everything… The opportunity to start over and take a fresh approach on life. After Friday night at Town, I realized that I didn’t really have much to miss. Boys who don’t really care about you… Friends who don’t invite you for brunch, or DH nights. I go out practically every night in Vegas. Whether it be to a friend’s house, the movies, restaurant, or to a club… I am always surrounded by genuine people. Some may not think so much about Vegas… But my friends, the people I care about, are real. We all have our pretencious moments, but the people I have gotten to know are quality people whom I am very thankful for. I know more than ever now that this move was the right thing to do.