So I did it! I'm finally living in Las Vegas again...kind of. Let me tell you the story from the beginning. Mini (relatively unimportant) update: for the past 3 or so months I was living in the middle of nowhere Wyoming with my mom because she got a job there and it was so much closer to Vegas that it made more sense to go there rather than stay in Georgia. It was HORRIBLE though and I knew I needed to get out ASAP. One good thing that came out of it is that I finally got a car! And it's my dream car (besides a '67 Impala! ;))
This is my Baby, isn't she beautiful?
Anyway, to make a long story short I thought I'd found a house and a roommate and everything was finally working out so I got ready to move.
My mom and I made the long drive down (I was going to say out because that's what I'm used to saying, but Wyoming is way the fuck up north so it's down), it was 18 hours in total. We stopped in Cheyenne (still in WHYOMING, huge fucking state of nothing. Can you tell I am not a fan? Lol) and the girl basically told me she had changed her mind about getting a roommate. So I was screwed. I felt so helpless and so defeated. I cried a lot. But we were already on the way to Vegas and I did NOT want to go back. So we decided to keep going. We were staying at The Hard Rock (my favorite hotel ever!) the first couple of nights anyway so it was okay for a little while.
We got there and spent the night. The first thing we did the next day was see Troy, of course. He seemed happy to see me and welcomed me back, even though technically I had nowhere to be. Anyway, he said if I didn't find anything I wouldn't be homeless. We still hadn't figured anything out but my mom had to get back to work so she left and I extended my stay at the Hard Rock a couple more nights. Everything was okay at first. I did a really great job driving around Vegas and was really proud of myself. I set up a couple of places to look at and am still considering them.
Saturday night Kady was in a Queen themed burlesque show and Troy invited me to come. So I actually picked him up for a change and we went. I absolutely LOVED the show! I couldn't believe it took me so long to finally see one but it was awesome. I've been wanting to get intoBurlesque for a while now and now I know I HAVE to do it! Then afterwards we just hung out and talked at the bar. And it was good. Both Troy and Kady were very encouraging about me getting into it. We said goodnight and I went back to the hotel.
The fab performers.
The next day I had an interview (I won't say for where yet, but I got a second one!) but I also had to be out of the hotel by 11am. So I got up super early. I had my coffee, I did my makeup leisurely and mentally prepared myself. I check out of the hotel and went to a nearby Starbucks to hang out before. I went to the interview and it went really well. I was feeling very positive, but I still had nowhere to go. So I went back to the Hard Rock, got some food and just hung out. I called Troy and let him know what was up. I still had another place to look at that night (which turned out to be a total bust) and he said he had to clear it with their third roommate. So I waited. It got to be about 10pm and I still didn't know where I was going so Troy texted me and told me to come over to their house.
I got over there and I told him I was sorry that he had to do this. He shrugged and said it was fine and asked me how my interview went and about the place I looked at. Then I guess he could tell I was upset because he asked me if I was okay. I said "yeah" but started crying a little bit. He asked me why I was crying and I said because I felt bad about the situation and that I thought things had finally worked out and they hadn't. He says "life doesn't always go the way you want it to, and we're all struggling so you're not alone." I said "I know, but it's rough." He said "damn right it's rough but you're a big girl now." He hugged me and told me to stop crying and that he loved me. I told him I loved him back. And I really do. I feel like I've been through so much with Troy and honestly consider him one of my best friends, maybe even my best friend. I feel like we've lost touch some since I've been gone but I want to get back to the way we were. I know he loves me and is still my big brother, and will always be there for me if I really need him. He proved that last night.
As of now, I'm sitting in another Starbucks, waiting to hear back from some more potential roommates and hopefully going to see some places. Then I have my second interview tomorrow. After that I don't know. I suppose the adventure begins again. To be continued...