It’s more than a little odd that it took a mass killing to make me see Vegas as a town.  Especially since I live here.  But I spent so much time comparing it to the Michigan (with the childhood memories) and Portland (with its fabulous free spirited people and DODGEBALL!!!) that I couldn’t get out of my own way and see it as home.  Overthinking things has historically NOT been a problem of mine, but in this case the pain of the city did make me see it as a city and not just a tourist stopover.