The first time I lived here I moved because of my brother. He was fighting a rare form of cancer and my life had fallen apart in California. The move here seemed like a good one. It was.
Then I met my now husband. Long distance relationship is hard. I moved back to California, to live with him. Life moved along, my brother beat his cancer and life was good. Later we moved to Reno, Nevada. That didn't work out, so we made our way south- to live in Las Vegas. We lived with my brother and his wife for 6 months.
We worked our backsides off and put enough money away to buy a little vintage mobile home in a really nice park. We have lived here for 9 years.
We have various interests and are long on curiosity and learning. This is home. We were fortunate to find one another and we are lucky to have this little corner to call our own.
Unexpected things happen here. Like this:
Snow Day in Las Vegas, Nevada. December 17, 2008.
That is our little home with a mesquite tree getting covered. Eventually there was a white out on our end of the valley. Lucky for me, I got home from work before the worst of it.
From time to time I will go for a ride with my camera and take some photos and write something about living here.
Las Vegas gets trash talked by visitors and residents alike. That is easy to do. There are things and people here who make a difference- and most never hear about or see them. This is my personal view of where I live. No lover is perfect- and Las Vegas is not perfect. Its flawed like all of us.
Its my Wonder Land.
Cheers, PB Ray
