I left Las Vegas eighteen years to the day I arrived. I left with two young boys. I left Nevada's first professional theater, which I co-founded and funded and loved and nurtured for five years. I left my women friends whom I loved and cherished. I left my mother and father and brother and his wife and years of teaching acting at the university, and that hurt and ripped at my heart. I left a husband. I left a life I loved and hated. But I really left my husband.
My entire life changed instantly as I drove my sons across the Nevada border in my Toyota Supra. I was driving to an unknown life in San Diego, a place with no friends, no enemies, no job, no dreams as yet but with some hope to re-create a life with values I thought important for my life. I jumped off a cliff without a net.
I put my children in school, auditioned for plays, found work, friends, a life and then growth and transformation. There were times of dispair when my sons visited their father; there were times of great joy when we played on the sandy beaches. But it was a life I chose and a life I found compatible with my values.
A woman asked me what I did for a living. I replied, "I'm living my life." I wanted to add, "And I got my life back. My life back after eighteen years." And that was why I left Las Vegas.