the last three days of Vegas
It's only fitting that I simply don't have time to pause and reflect on any of my Vegas experience before leaving. This city can feel like a blurred rush of life, coming at you in an endless stream of promised party. It's a carnival, an endless vacation. But it's not. Just another spot on the map on this object named earth.
What will I think of my 8+ years in Vegas after I'm gone from here? I can't tell you. Unlike my last cross-country move from Providence area to Vegas - I don't feel anything for this city. It's empty and doesn't allow attachments. Most of the people here are in transition, fleeting faces in the cosmic meld of gambling, drinking, and whatever else it is that people do here (I never figured that out).
I came for a reason I can't quite remember, met my wife, and started a family. For that, I'll always have a spot for Vegas.
Beyond that, I can't even tell you what the hell happened here the last 8+ years.
It's true. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Soon, it's a road trip. See you in the photos of America.