Leaving my house is a rare occasion these days. I don’t know if you can blame COVID, growth, or a general realization that people are draining – but, I left my house during a snowstorm, and came back the richest person alive.
That night, I’d committed to jumping in a van with three damn-near-strangers and driving to Vegas the next day. I woke up, panicked for a few hours, told my roommates they’d probably never see me again… and did it anyways.
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas – but for eleven hours, I fell in love with these three individuals as we laughed, slept, cried, worked, sang, and dug down deep within ourselves. This beautiful experience may mean nothing to everyone else, but I’ll hold this close to my heart forever.
To the fantastic random four, thank you.
Jenna Loeva