Sin City

Yes, I did make it to Las Vegas on Monday as planned. It’s been whirlwind since I moved here. Buskin and I are settling in to the temporary place as I spend the afternoons searching for a place to live. To tell the truth, I’m a bit frustrated with the whole home search. So far, I have out 3 calls on separate places, and no one has called me back. There was one relator who did call me back, but the home price was a bit out of my range (although it looked like a great house!). I may call him back to see if there are any other homes for rent in that area closer to my price range.

The one thing I did notice on the drive out here is how lucky I am. I can afford a nice place that isn’t run down. I can afford cable TV, Internet service, and a decent car. I don’t have to eat processed food every day because that’s all I can afford. I eat fresh fruits and veggies almost every day. My cat gets his own catnip-filled kitty bed. I have my health, and can afford to see a doctor and purchase medicine when I get sick. Yeah. I’m lucky.

So I was catching up on reading Hugh MacLeod’s GapingVoid tonight. In his entry, GapingVoid Lands A Book Deal (congrats, Hugh!), he wrote:

If I had to condense the entire work into a single line, it would read something like, “Work Hard. Keep at it. Live simply and quietly. Remain humble. Stay positive. Be nice. Be polite.”

Yep. This is what driving across most of the south reminds you. Especially when you drive for over 50 miles without another car or civilization in sight. This is what happens when your car obliterates huge tumbleweeds as they cross I-40 (Route 66). And reminded once again as you swerve to miss a prairie dog in the middle of the road. When you’re the only person at the restaurant without a southern twang. When the landscape leaves you awestruck because of the wind farms outside of Springfield, TX, Coconino National Park outside of Flagstaff, AZ, or driving over the Hoover Dam and through Lake Mead National Recreational Area. When you start your job at your new second office in two months and have to catch up on over 50 emails and file movement/security drama. Realizing that even though you’re staying in a hotel room, you’re still technically homeless because you don’t have a permanent address. I am a small part of this nation and world. And I’m lucky.



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I'm an Information Architect and Taxonomist in the greater Philadelphia, PA area. Mad about metadata. Incessant organizer. Knowledge monger. Information seeker. Wisdom chaser. Curiosity has yet to kill this cat!