This morning as I was checking out Thursday nights NBA scores, one of those annoying pop up ads showed me that I was 10, 890 kilometers away from Las Vegas Nevada.
In measurement that I’m use to that would be 6,675 miles away from home. I’m actually closer to Portugal than I am to Vegas.
That led to me thinking that I haven’t been back to Vegas in 10.5 years. That’s nearly 3,600 days and nights away from home.
That led me to thinking that I really don’t think about this very much at all. I never seem to think about home.
That led me to thinking that maybe I don’t consider Vegas home because I never think about Vegas unless someone or something brings it up.
That led me to thinking just what exactly is home? Is it where my heart is like the old adage says? Is it where I actually live or is home the place where I truly want to be and just haven’t found it yet?
That led me to thinking about another old adage that says you can’t ever really go back home which is probably true in my case because I have no intention of going back to Vegas.
That led me to thinking about all of the above which left me with even more questions that at 5am were just too complicated to answer.
Darn annoying pop up ads.