I just returned from Las Vegas last night.....my first destination wedding in the books and it was so many things. Overwhelming, exciting, gorgeous, fun, and even a bit relaxing. My bestest accompanied me as my assistant and we explored the city and spent our days exploring and our nights soaking in the lights.
What a month it's been....ups, downs--even some valleys--and a hundred and one other things. My signs are still ever present....while riding the tram, we found a gentleman who needed help. Isfter talking and hearing what I thought was a thick German accent he told me he's from Scotland. Aberdeenshire or something like that. It's in northern Scotland. That's all I could figure out and more than I needed to know. The very next day, I found myself serenaded by bagpipes. Just me. In a giant casino. Like the guy knew. He just knew.
Kim said she thinks maybe J is a sign. Maybe I just need to go to Scotland. I'm not convinced. My gut is still screaming at me that it's him. So is God.
I wrote him a long letter. Literally...on paper...it all came out of me like wildfire. I know I should stop being a chicken and send it but I'm scared. I'm not sure of what...it won't change anything....but I don't want to be some crazy that's beating s dead horse either. Sigh. So much on this heart.
I have just been feeling like I'm a bit lost in translation. Sure tons of people travel to Vegas but the ONLY person I talked to outside of those I know was from Scotland. It's just always there
Then again, it might be nothing.....
Or....
It could be everything.....
