1) The desert is dry. Obvious as that might seem, my expectations for what dry weather might mean to my daily life didn't span much beyond that thought that I might need to apply lotion twice a day instead of once. I was wrong. No matter how many applications of lotion, my skin remains akin to that of a lizard. I itch. My nose bleeds. I snore. My 32 sticks of chapstick are quickly dwindling. This is an adjustment to be made.
2) It's hot. I have a very small window for what I accept as "perfect weather." San Diego will spoil even the most laid back of people, and as a born and raised Southern California girl, I'm sorry to admit that 90 degrees is just too hot for me. I can't even imagine what 115 in july will be like. When it's 90 degrees in Las Vegas, people wear long sleeve shirts and ugg boots. I on the otherhand, have been forcing my husband to dress as an eskimo in our nicely air conditioned home. I may regret these decisions upon arrival of this months electric bill. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
3) Everyone here has at least one tattoo. I don't feel strongly opposed or for this fact, It's just an observation. I suppose it doesn't really belong in the opinion list just yet, but I thought it was interesting nonetheless.
4) Everything is open 24-7. Perhaps my favorite thing about living in this particular desert. Maybe one of the only things, besides the cheaper cost of living and being close to Cam's family, that I actually enjoy about Las Vegas. The food selection is pretty wonderful too.
5) People drive SO slow. The speed limit on the freeway near our house is 55. People drive 45 on it. Why? Why are you driving so slow? ... Over/under 60 days until I get my first speeding ticket?
That's pretty much it so far. I'm sure I'll have more updates as we get more settled. We're still on the hunt for jobs, Cam starts school in a few weeks, and we have friends and family coming to visit us this month! yay!
In the spirit of maintaining some sort of pregnancy related subject matter on this blog I will update you with this: My thighs are a little confused on where exactly the baby is going to grow. You see, they are rapidly increasing in size, and I'm assuming they think they need to make room for the baby. I keep trying to set them straight by telling them they don't need to grow, my abdomen has it covered, but somehow they still haven't got the memo.
Bikini is not in the forecast this summer.
-K
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