I Can’t Leave Vegas

Because of all of you who think about me on a daily basis. You pull me here; hundreds of magnets. When I try to leave, I end up right back.

One night, I climbed to the top of a mountain. I feel on my knees and cried. I asked, “what is keeping me here? Why can I not leave Las Vegas?”

I walked down the mountain, back to my apartment room where I checked my phone to see a few missed calls from my youngest sister. She was hurting and lost. She asked to come over and talk.

I received the message. I am here for her. I am here for all of my sisters. I am here for all of my family that came to Vegas and never made it out. I am here for the coming generations. I am here because of the friends I have made. I am here because of the lives I have touched. I am here.

I was at First Friday talking to a talented woman who has her doubts about who I am. I feel a profound connection to her. My heart throbs when she judges my actions without asking my intentions and she knows that. She is reminded every time she gets the chance to talk to me in person. She said, “I was happy to hear you came back. We are growing and this is a good place for you to be.”

I am here because of her and many others who did not like the ideal of me living in another city.

(Now I know I can’t tell y’all my travel plans… ahahahaha)

xoxox, Vegas Made and #vegasstrong

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