New York, 2.5 months in: If you’ve met me once, you know how much I love my hometown. Las Vegas is magical. “But not in that way everyone thinks their city is special,” I’ll tell you. “Las Vegas really is.” Something has changed as I near my 3-month mark in New York, though. Although I’ve loved New York since the moment I stepped off the subway for the first time, I found myself not being able to think about the city I’d left behind without getting emotional. I was happy I came, but why couldn’t I have both?
Part of my heart will always ache for the smell of creosote after it rains, for the sunsets that look like molten gold and lava, for the flicker of neon and the sound of slots, but now I find myself thinking about what I miss with a smile on my face instead of tears in my eyes.
I took this photo the first time I visited the Neon Museum in downtown Las Vegas. “Jackpot,” I thought. I sure hit it. ✨