The Invitation

One of the things that had always given us pause about moving to Vegas was the simple fact that we didn't know anyone there.
We know one other couple who lives there part time, and we have a longtime friend who lives in L.A. But we'd be leaving behind most of the people we had known and grown up with.
After our fateful September trip, we contemplated asking Sugar Bear if he would come with us. He had been considering other locales, and we thought maybe, just maybe, the transition would be a bit easier if we had another person with us.
So, on our way back from a trip across Missouri in mid-October, we popped the question: "Do you want to come to Vegas?"
Now, while he was on board immediately, Sugar Bear had never even visited the desert, and I insisted we go during the summer so he could really see what he'd be getting into. (More on that trip later.) We slowly started to become adjusted to thinking in terms of "when we move" rather than "if we move."
That New Year's Eve, The Badger, Sugar Bear, and I toasted to #FirstNight, the celebration we have planned for the night our little convoy rolls into Vegas. And I promised myself that would be the last time I'd ring in a new year in Missouri.