Moved back to Las Vegas in March 2001.  Drove a moving van and pulled my car, with the help of my brother.  We even stopped in Graceland.  I have to say, that Elvis was a pretty tacky decorator (sorry, mom, for saying the "T" word).  After finishing massage school in Falls Church, Virginia, I kind of figured I could make a living back home.  Silly me.  

My father died and my mother is elderly.  She's still pretty perky but has arthritis in all the usual places and needs some help from her family.  Maybe I'm through moving around, but I hope not.  Being stuck in one place for very long does not appeal to me, somehow.  But, my life seems to come full circle.

Virginia was beautiful. I drove from San Antonio to McLean via New Orleans and Atlanta. Instead of pulling a trailer this time, I hired movers so I could drive at a leisurely pace and visit some places I'd never been before. My partner had rented a house the 1st of February and suggested that I take a mini-vacation on my way here. New Orleans was strange and wonderful I spent 3 days there just being a tourist and trying to eat my way through the French Quarter. Atlanta was friendly and beautiful, and I probably wouldn't mind living there.

In 1996 I drove from Las Vegas to San Antonio, Texas, pulling a trailer with all my worldly goods. Before that, I drove from San Francisco to Las Vegas, pulling a trailer with all my worldly goods (I had more worldly goods then). 

I'm *not* from Texas (you can tell by my accent). I moved there in October 1996 and it's the first time I've lived east of Nevada in my entire 40(mumble,mumble) years. Since I moved to Texas, it was important to me to learn Southern. After all, if they were in my country, I'd want them to learn my language. 

I chose south central Texas because 1) it's green (I moved from Las Vegas which is brown with neon trim); 2) my brother owns property there (about 10 acres atop a hill in the Hill Country, that I call a "rock ranch"); and 3) I had a friend there who I could stay with while I searched for a job. I never realized Texas was so very .... um .... flat. 

Until March 2000 I was living in San Antonio, the site of the world famous Alamo. I discovered that there are 6 (six) Universities, 4 (four) community Colleges, more hospitals than I've ever seen in my entire life, and several military bases. There are some beautiful old missions t here that took some time to visit, and more parks than you'd believe possible in one town. Plus, there are Armadillos. Cutest little things I've ever seen. Silly me, I've started a collection of them (not live ones) and almost bought a "real" stuffed one when I went to Nuevo Laredo with my room mate. San Antonio is about 1 hour from Austin, where there is more music in one place than any person could possibly stand. On 6th Street there is a nice juxtaposition of 18th Century buildings and steel and glass; Mississippi blues and punk rock.

I grew up in Las Vegas. I left when I was 14 and there were only 9 hotels on the strip and around 25,000 people. Now you can't see to the end of the strip or growth of population (about 1+ million now). 





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