This post is not as philosophical as the title may make it out to be. It’s only about a new city, not the age old question of life.
I moved away for many reasons. Some of these reasons are still unknown to me, but I’m sure they’ll make themselves clear soon. Whenever people ask me why I decided to uproot and land 1,500 miles away from home, I tell them it was for job opportunities and to do something different. Roughly 98% of my hometown friends are having babies, buying houses, and/or getting married and while I fully support them and their lives, that’s just not for me.
I wanted to leave the simplicity of doing the same thing day after day. So I moved to Fabulous Las Vegas! Where the possibilities are endless! Where the opportunities are as plentiful as the billboards and the ass sweat! Where I am still doing the same thing day after day! For real, is this all there is to adult life?! Working, paying bills, maybe starting a savings account in case your half balds tires finally blow out on you? If things are still stagnant by age 25 I’m cancelling my subscription.
To be completely honest, this new city has been decent to me. There was a rough couple to few months, but that shit show was all me, not the city. This place has major perks. For starters, it no longer takes me an hour one way to get to work. Everything is open 24 hours a day so no more waiting till 11am to buy Plan B! (jk, mom) In addition, being a max of four hours away from multiple National Parks has helped me discover a new, fun, back breaking hobby: hiking! I honestly never dreamed I would willingly subject myself to walking uphill in sand and/or gravel in the desert sun just to see some pretty rocks or whatever, but here I am.
Hiking has almost officially made me “that” person. I wake up early to get there before it’s too hot, I have a National Parks get-in-free card, and now I have a blog! All I need to complete my image is a Jeep with bumper stickers from various hashtag-worthy places around the country. Also, along with hundreds of pretty pictures, I’m taking away some pretty great calves from this new activity. This is saying a lot if you’ve ever seen my chicken legs.
Okay, I think I’m done talking about my grand move and my new life (for now). Give me a bit and I’ll think of something else amazing to write about.