Home means NEVADA, Home means the hill……
For many today both in Nevada and all over the US Halloween is the day that is celebrated by children and adults alike. For me October 31st is always first and foremost NEVADA DAY. It’s the day that the only place I’ve ever called home became an official state of the Union.
I love my home. Don’t get me wrong, I hate the summers with the unbearable heat but that doesn’t last forever. Love over powers any grief I have with summer time.
I love the way the wind is always blowing in Las Vegas. No matter what we always have a breeze.
I love how it smells when it’s about to rain and afterward when the desert has been cleansed.
I love that my husband and I are both born and raised in this state and it’s where we had our daughter.
I love how beautiful it is during the fall, winter and spring. How the air is warm during the day abut cool enough to snuggle at night.
I love that nearly everything is 24 hours. There is freedom in being able to eat breakfast in the middle of the night at your favorite little diner in a local casino.
I have a great deal of pride in my state and an fiercely protective when anyone deems my home less than great.
I have watched this city I live in grow and change in such a short amount of time. More people and more traffic. Road ways always under construction. It all can get maddening but this is my home. These are my streets.
When you’re out tonight with your kids knocking on doors remember to hum a birthday tune as well.
Oh and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!