
Little by little I do errands each day to not only familiarize myself with the area, but also to check one more item off of my "To do" list. Today it was to get my Nevada drivers license and tags so I can truly be considered a "local," with all the discounts and perks that status entails. Of course, the DMV is just as bad as sitting in the airport when it comes to misophonia triggers. Anxious (or bored) drivers bouncing their legs and feet, cracking gum, clicking pens... All while waiting hours on end for their number to be called. I initially sat down on a chair at

So, now I'm officially a Nevadan (with the first "a" pronounced like "dad") and off to do a few more errands. Once I get more settled into my place and a regular routine, I'll start again along my new journey towards misophonia relief. Who knows what resources I might find in Vegas that were unavailable to me in Iowa