Now an 18 year vacation is how I define moving to Las Vegas.
18 years ago a few friend had planned on visiting Las Vegas for vacation and at the same time I had some relatives who had recently moved out there. I had never been to Las Vegas and actually never had any desire to go there.
My Godfather had retired from Ford Motor Company and moved out there during the past year and when my friends decided to visit I thought I may as well make a trip out there too.
Here’s what I was thinking:
My Godfather lives there.
Friends are going to visit.
I actually committed to another friend that I was going to move there.
How cool would it be to ride my motorcycle out there!
One afternoon as my friends were all talking on the phone about the trip – I blurted out
“I’ll meet you out there … I’ll ride my motorcycle and meet you guys!”
Everyone was like What !!! You going to ride from Indiana!
It was to late. I had publicly declared my intention and there was no turning back.
I did modify my plan however. After giving it some thought, I decided to drive my car in case I wanted to stay for awhile and find a job. This would also give me more room to pack some close if I never came back!
Now when I say car, it was a 1968 White Chevy Impala.
The car was in great shape however had not Air Conditioning and would need some repairs along the way like a new radiator in New Mexico and I needed to add some oil when I stopped for gas.
* Just wanted to be specific on the car. It wasn’t a Mercedes S65 AMG V-12 with 621HP !
I remember driving over the Hoover Dam at 10:30 at night and it was lit up like a concrete fortress, then over the mountains to the neon of Las Vegas.
I hung out with my friends for a week and Friday hanging out by the pool one of them asked:
“So when you driving back home?”
“Never, I’m not going back. I’m staying!”
And that’s how it happened. 18 years later I’m still out here.
My thought process behind all this:
I only told one person I was thinking about moving there. My friend Ed. Z
I told everyone I was on vacation to leave myself an out. In case I didn’t like it, I didn’t want to look like a failure crawling back home.
I committed to my friends that I would meet them there.
Personally the biggest factor was committing to friends that is what I was going to do.
My word was my bond.
It all started as a thought, all the pieces arranged like the perfect storm and I made a commitment.
I keep this in mind when making decisions. It’s important we know our own psychology and how we get ourselves to follow through on things. Once we know this, we can follow the same thought process and emotional connection to get ourselves to follow through in the future.
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