6 Word Memoir

Life has been fun; BRING MORE!

This is from a blog I did on myspace after a weekend in Vegas. I thought it would be amusing, so here we go...

I have found my new addiction. My love for traveling has become intensified. Growing up, my grandmother went to Las Vegas and Atlantic City a few times. She always brought back casino cards, t-shirts, and just about anything else that would fit into her suitcase. I never understood it until this weekend (10/12-10/15). 

We always hear about Las Vegas being sin city; if that is the case, let me wallow in the lights of my new found love. Let me indulge in his adult paradise until it kills me! The excitement makes you forget about the outside world. The beautiful people and the casinos call your name to punish you in ways you only dream about!

JH and Las Vegas are neck and neck for my affection!

To Las Vegas, I hope we grow old together! The days in between my next visit will be full of longing for 32 ounce beers at 9 a.m. The yard of margarita will always have a place in my heart. I promise to do better next time and not pass out by 6 p.m. I promise to devote more time to you and all that you are. Until we meet again...

Wichita

Let me begin by saying I love Wichita! I never thought I could live in a place without the ocean near, but here we are and I love it. If anyone asked me a year ago what I thought of Kansas, I would have responded, "It is in the middle of nowhere and there aren't beaches. Why would anyone want to live there?" I am eating those words. They actually taste really good! It is like being a steak lover and having lamb for the first time; things are really different, but they are savory and interesting creating a longing for more. When you have finished the last bite, it is sad because you could eat another rack, but it is also an accomplishment because you have tried something new and completely stepped out of your comfort zone. It is nice. 

I don't know about you, but I like fresh air. I kind of became accustomed to it living in Florida; and then things changed. It is amazing what you appreciate when it has been taken away. I realized I like breathing. I know, I know, who would like something like that when you have a Coach Store every five-hundred feet and every third car you see is a Mercedes. What was I thinking? I could give up fresh air for that, right? LA has everything, except clean beaches and fresh air. I thought those were two things I could live without. I have come to realize that the one I can't live without is fresh air. Thank you HBC for giving JH the job! Thank you Wichita for not being pretentious and dirty. I am able to breath easy. 

I have also learned we are in the middle of the country. It takes about two hours on a plane to get anywhere. When I need my fix for sticky salt air, I am not far. When I want to feel the sand sift through my toes, I will fly home. Hypodermic needles were not the biggest incentive to walk on the beaches in LA. When Vegas is calling my name like a mother calling a child in for dinner, I am not far. I have come to love Wichita and I haven't even seen it all yet. Everyday is a new beginning to embrace. Come visit, you will see.