I flew in to Las Vegas on Tuesday night for a whirlwhind trip to find somewhere to live when I move down next month.
I was skeptical.
I was concerned.
I was afraid that I was going to get here and suddenly have this "I've made a TERRIBLE MISTAKE" feeling in the pit of my stomach.
You can see why I was a little nervous.
My flight in landed around 6 pm, so it was fully dark by the time I was over Southern Nevada. I was reading on the plane, wondering what would happen over the next two days, and generally succeeding at distracting myself.
But then I got this gut feeling that it was time to put the Nook away. I closed it up. Turned off the light. And stared out into the black nothingness that is the desert at night.
My breath caught.
I strained to see more--specifically the Downtown area.
And I thought... "Home."
I don't know HOW this crazy neon town is becoming my home while I don't even live here, but it is. I guess it has something to do with Jesus.