I feel like I've just come down from a great high. (A natural high, as long as you don't count the Ketel One and Red Bull fuel.) And so today I am sad. And tired. But I am pleased.
Vegas was so wonderful. I mean, it is so wonderful.
Everyone I met is so wonderful. I already feel like I'm at home there, but then I leave and I'm reminded it's not home yet. And taking the godforsaken redeye home doesn't exactly help matters. Ha, and I even almost missed my flight. I think Nicole secretly locked the keys in the Bronco to trick me into staying there. You know, I wouldn't have complained if I did. But I had to go home. Connecticut home. For now.
And yes, I cried when I left. It's inevitable, I always do. But we took off and I looked down at the glittering Strip below. Something clicked. Something felt right. I stopped crying. I told myself I'd be back soon, and next time I will not leave.

"Don't cry. Be like me and move here. Then you don't ever have to leave." — Adam