Do I Belong Now?

In all the places that I've lived since high school, I find that it usually takes awhile before I feel comfortable in a new geographical area of the country. There are some places that never ended up feeling right to me. It was like I was constantly living on a different wavelength or plane of existence than everyone there. Northern California was great; I think it was the first place that truly felt like home to me. So the transition to living in Vegas has definitely had some hitches. One, of course, would be the weather, but more than that it has to do with the general climate created by the people. That's how it is in most places, it's whether you really fit in with the people wherever you're living. At least for me, that's how it is. The other night I was driving home from work, and I drove past the intersection where this entertaining guy hangs out. He wears insane costumes; sometimes he looks like a clown, other times he is wearing an expensive looking suit. He usually stands there yelling at cars, playing the keyboard, or making gestures as people drive by. So, as I was saying, the other night I was sitting at the light where he stands. He looked at me, smiled, waved, and blew me a kiss. That must mean I'm starting to get it here. It's all falling into place.