To Leave Las Vegas, You Must First…

By the time we moved to Las Vegas in July of 1996 we were pretty-well adept at packing and unpacking. Mary and I already had several moves under our belts by the time Rachel and Rebecca joined the family. Courtesy of the United Methodist Church the four of us moved to Omaha, Burwell, and Oakland before coming to Las Vegas. We moved three times while here, each but the last requiring us to stay in short-term housing during the interim. After liberating myself from the appointment process of the UMC we moved into Ironwood which has proven ideal from the moment Rachel spotted it to the present. During our thirty-nine years of marriage Mary and I have never lived longer in one place than Las Vegas. And we’ve never lived in one structure longer than we’ve lived at Ironwood. Since Incite is my therapy, I’m taking this moment to reminisce about our time here to help set the stage for our departure. Once we were accustomed to going through the steps about every three years, so this relocation is extraordinary in that we’ve had the unfettered opportunity to accumulate stuff for over ten years! Mary has told me I will never even miss the stuff she’s getting rid of. If the goal of moving to Colorado was not so enticing it wouldn’t be that hard to call the whole thing off. We won’t, though, because we’re hearing the siren song of a Rocky Mountain high.