Oh, what a night!
I’m still a little speechless tonight. I went to an open forum about building an artist community in Las Cruces, and I already knew it was going to get heated. The presentation itself was fantastic, but in true Las Cruces fashion, a few people just had to air every negative opinion they have about this town. And listen—I’m not always the city’s biggest cheerleader either. I can admit that moving here wasn’t the best decision for me, and I know this isn’t my forever home.
Which brings me to tonight’s writing prompt: the future.
My future feels wide open right now. I know I’m here until 2028—seven years total, with two left to go. After that? I’m torn between a handful of cities, but I’m not naming a single one. Just like my quiet move to Albuquerque back in 2009, I’m keeping my next destination completely under wraps. What I do know is that I’m leaving Las Cruces in 2028.
In the meantime, I’m exploring everything I can in southern New Mexico and letting life play out. As for tonight’s event… it was funny, but also sad. So many people move here from big cities and instantly resent the small-town mentality. And honestly, I get it. The limitations are real—healthcare, services, crime, homelessness, addiction issues, and the lack of transportation options. Trains, planes, buses… we’re missing a lot.
But even with all that, I can feel it: I’m ready for the next adventure.
MY
journey….
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