Nobody likes moving

There isn't anything quite as depressing as moving out on your own, whether it's your first venture out from the nest or a repeated attempt to get away for good.

Seeing the entirety of my belongings fitting in my beater truck kind of makes me take a step back. It's cool, though. I'm not one to dwell on materialistic things. All I really have is clothing, a bed, my video game crap and a television. That's enough for me. That's more than enough for me, really. The only thing I'd like to add to the mix is my own personal computer and I'd be set up.

The only thing I wish I could bring with me was the friends I have, but then again I rarely see them as is. Maybe I should develop some sort of cloning shrink ray device so I can have little pocket versions of the people I like. I'd patent it as the "Ne'er Be Lonely" or something equally atrociously named. The point of inventing something is to give it the stupidest name you can possibly think of. I mean, how else did we get the "Magic Bullet" which is actually just a single-serving sized blender?

I won't be sad to leave Vegas. Never did care much for this town. You either embrace the two-facedness of it and sell your soul to sex, drugs and rock 'n roll, or you you stay inside all day too scared to look out the window at the bad things being done in your back yard.

Everyone I know here is a flake. It's a shame no one has developed a dandruff shampoo for cities. It takes me weeks upon weeks to plan seeing people even if it's just to schmooze for an hour. I'm thankful for those times, don't get me wrong. But I feel the effort required into spending such little time with people is rather monumental.

So, let's look ahead. Back to southern Utah. At least everyone is a meth head instead of a coke head in Utah. Meth heads tend to be easier to deal with. The facetiousness of Mormon culture is easier to handle than Vegas' brand of lying in your face.

And the best part is, gorgeous women. Everywhere. None of the haggard sagging bodies of years of alcohol and tobacco abuse. It's a place where folk for the most part take care of themselves, and it is infectious living in a society where people give a damn about themselves. I'm looking forward to living in a place where I can say hello and smile and wave to someone and get a smile and a wave back.

Remember, it's the little things that make the biggest difference.

In other news, I won't be available for awhile to update this blog. Busy moving and what not, and then once I get there, I'm going to need to track down a computer of my own. It's going to be exciting times.