onight, a drenching evening in Los Angeles bade 2005 farewell (it could be the first time it rained on the Rose Parade since 1955). I'm in-town to spend the three-day weekend with family and friends and exploiting every opportunity to be away from Las Vegas and that miserable little apartment (more on this some other day). It would have been my first New Year's eve in Las Vegas where I heard all sorts of craziness occurs on the Strip. But I'm sure I'll have future opportunities to experience it.
Looking back at 2005, my defining event was the impulsive move to Las Vegas. I knew life would be different, but "different" turned out differently than what I had in mind. I moved there to start a business and plant seeds for relocating to Hong Kong someday. But I think I'm too young and lack enough money to create a viable business. As such, the last six months involved living with a semi-crazy and filthy roommate, working two odd jobs, sweating over a dwindling checking account and scraping every chance to save money. This is no way to live. Living through third-world standards, it's easy to develop a sudden sense of financial responsibility.
Well, I'm happy to say that, with the newfound sense of responsibility, I've finally turned the corner. A few weeks ago, I accepted a job at HSBC (more on this some other day) and life is slowly returning to normal: working on a career, buying a condo, socking money for retirement, etc -- you know, what normal and responsible people do. Oddly, the responsible path also makes my ultimate goal of relocating to Hong Kong more likely (those who are from Hong Kong and know about HSBC knows what I mean). I guess it's OK to have outlandish goals as long as you find realistic means of pursuing them.
So although moving to Las Vegas has been financially disastrous, the disaster taught me something pretty darn valuable. Hey, education is always expensive!