Life comes at you

The move to Vegas happened quickly.

I'd actually been feeling settled in the job I'm leaving, and in the town. Not satisfied, really, but I'd reached a point where I wasn't striving for something new anymore, except for a promotion at work I had half a shot at. Just lead the life you've been dealt, I thought (go here for some of those adventures), and even if it was going to be kind of a grind, I'd accepted it.

Then, one afternoon at the end of July, my phone rang. It was an employer in Vegas on the line; I'd sent in a resume months beforehand. We had a quick chat, and within a few weeks they'd checked my references, flown me down for an interview and made the kind of job offer I'd been looking for, which I immediately accepted.

Head-spinning? Yes. Exhilarating? Sure.

But surprising? No.

See, July had been brutally hot, the kind of desert furnace heat that doesn't fade until 1 a.m. On the day I got that phone call, though, I awoke early in the morning to the sound of insistent raindrops and felt a cool, moist breeze coming through my window.

Now, it would be facile to claim that the rain, that the break in the heat wave, was some kind of "sign." (Like a whole rainstorm was for my benefit. Intriguing idea, but yeah right.) Still .... but .... see, I was drifting back to sleep as the rain petered out, and one thought kept poking its way into my fading consciousness:

Something's changed.