LIVE From The Land of Enchantment!

I said I’d do it, and here I am! I am writing this post from My new office inside My new home in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Directly behind My pc is a window that provides lots of sunshine and which overlooks My HUGE backyard. I see blue skies, trees, and lots of miscellaneous birds (doves, robins, bluebirds, more) and I hear…well, I hear nothing but blessed quiet. My new domain in The Land of Enchantment is the perfect environment for writing, creating, spell casting, luring, mesmerizing and captivating a plethora of blissfully mindless money moths. (Am I diabolical enough to have planned that very thing..? Teehee.)

I promised I’d share a bit of the getting-here-adventure, so here goes… First of all, I rented a 24’ truck and a trailer so I could tow My pickup. The packing started weeks ago. On Thursday, January 29, a crew of two movers spent five hours loading up the truck. A cleaning crew showed up next. By 7pm, I was exhausted, but nearly finished with loading up. An out of town friend arrived to take Me to a fancy dinner (nice little break), so I got cleaned up and enjoyed being wined and dined (ok, more like dined and caffeinated) for a couple of hours. Then he loaded My truck onto the trailer while I collected My kitty and the last of My things. I pulled out of Vegas around 11pm that night and pushed on to Albuquerque.

Now, normally this would be about a 9 hour drive (tops), but I expected it to take longer on account of the 24’ truck and trailer and the detour around Hoover Dam I had to take. I did not, however, expect it to take nearly 13 hours. Nothing like a big truck to highlight every bump and pothole in the highway—and it did—so I drove extra slowly and stopped often to give kitty and I a break. Since I was running on adrenaline (more than 48 hours of no sleep), Princess stayed up all night chatting with Me on the cell phone, making sure I didn’t get sleepy (I didn’t until the very end). And kitty, who did not like the drive at all, did her part in keeping Me awake, as well. ;-)

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The drive was mostly uneventful. The sun came up somewhere around The Grand Canyon in Arizona and I had a beautiful view of dawn and snowy forests. Crossing into New Mexico, I was greeted by striking red rock plateaus and vast, empty fields. Navigating the last couple of miles of the I-40 was a tad tricky (by that time of day it was ten lanes of traffic and construction), but I reached My destination without any major mishaps. The keys to the house were waiting for Me when I arrived. I brought in a few things from the truck, got kitty and Myself situated, and then I crashed for the night.

Saturday morning the crew to unload arrived—and what a big difference from what I experienced in Vegas! At one point I had eight people helping to unload and only two of them were “on the payroll”! It took just over an hour to unload the entire truck and put all the boxes in their respective rooms. Then they helped Me turn in the moving truck and trailer and left Me to start unpacking (which I have been doing ever since).

So far, I can say that the people I’ve encountered here are far friendlier and more helpful than the average Las Vegas resident. And, while I’m on the topic of people, I must mention that that’s one of the biggest reasons for My move. I lived in Las Vegas for over seven years and, in all that time, I never took to the people there. I loved the weather and the desert landscape and the millions of things to do, but I found the vast majority of residents to be fracked up, neurotic, addicted, self-absorbed, drama-prone, on-their-last-dime, waiting-for-their-lawsuit-to-settle, unfriendly, unreliable, lying, flaky, cigarette smoking, desperadoes. And every time I ventured out onto the roads (either driving or walking), it was life-threatening; everyone there drives with one hand holding a cell phone to their ear, with no consideration (or attention) for pedestrians or other drivers. Seriously. I had never before seen so many car accidents, filthy homes, dysfunctional relationships, or so-desperate-they’ll-put-up-with-anything women in one place. It was a major eye-opener and a serious disappointment. I tried for seven and a half years but could never get past it. Everybody needs a tribe and I am convinced that Mine does not exist within the state of Nevada.

So here I am, new year, new city, new home, new start—and I am already experiencing more energy and inspiration than I’ve felt in years. (In retrospect, living in Vegas was like living in one of those cities where the water is contaminated but nobody knows it and they slowly get sicker and sicker and don’t know why. Las Vampires.) Yes, it was a big job and I’m not done yet. Yes, it was also extremely expensive, but the cost of living is significantly better here (and I’m going to be far more productive). All in all, I’d say it was definitely worth it. Plus, the more major challenges I have under My belt, the stronger I get (and that’s fun!). (C’mon, can you see Me driving that kick-ass big truck down the I-40, towing My pickup on a trailer? Not a Woman you want to mess with lightly, lol.)

In closing, a little shout-out to those members of My Realm whose tributes helped offset the costs of My Inspiration Relocation—well done, you know who you are (and so do I). Especially wombat, who contributed several significant tributes at just the right time. Also thanks to whiteelephant, whose big Amazon GC is paying for a few goodies for My new home. My special hypnosubs know how to serve and support Me, and they do it consistently, leaving Me free to be the Creative HypnoGoddess I am.

Time for Me to get back to unpacking and arranging My new Mesmer Manor. Keep those tributes and gift certificates coming and I’ll leave the light on for you, money moths. ;-)

~Lady Christine, The Queen of Enchantment