A couple of days ago, I finally got my new driver’s license (after a long and tedious battle with both the DMV and the post office… joy) with my new address, so I guess it’s official – I am now a Vegan! As in Las Vegan. Somebody should come up with a better term, because Vegasite sounds even worse…

The move from Reno (or, technically speaking, Fernley) was surprisingly easy once I decided not to get a Uhaul and only take what I could fit in my Buick. After a chaotic morning of packing, re-packing and re-re-packing, I managed to compress the essentials (clothes, gadgets and books) into my Skylark and that was it. There were no tearful goodbyes, no sad orchestra music, no eye-opening and life-changing epiphanies one always sees in Hollywood movies – I just got in the car, drove for seven hours and became a resident of the weirdest city in the United States. Come to think of it, it was almost too easy. 

My first impressions of Vegas: traffic isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be; drivers are a lot worse than I thought they would be; I miss seeing the stars at night; there are way, way too many hipsters; Fremont Street is perfect – to hell with the Strip and its tourist traps; I could watch the nightly Treasure Island pirate show over and over; it’s not always hot but it definitely beats Reno; having palm trees outside your workplace is amazing. Life is good.