Why I Moved to Las Vegas After 60:

Because Reinvention Isn’t Quiet

For the first six months of my new role, I kept traveling full-time. It worked…mostly. But eventually the friction showed up: I couldn’t take a flight because of a meeting; I had to check out at exactly the wrong time; or I found myself working from a hotel lobby praying the Wi-Fi would behave. I was doing the work well, but I wasn’t feeling grounded. I missed rhythm. I missed a sense of home.

With steady income again — and not wanting to buy or move furniture — I decided it might be time to look for a furnished apartment. I narrowed it down to two cities I already knew: San Diego and Las Vegas. Both have sunshine, walkability, and good energy. But only one offered the spark I wanted for my next chapter and a price that still allowed me to travel.

Vegas won.

My new home a fully furnished apartment on Las Vegas Blvd.

For the cost, the location, the convenience — and honestly, the thrill of living my best life over 60. This is my second time living in Las Vegas, but this time feels completely different. I didn’t return out of circumstance; I chose it with intention.

Why a high-rise on the Strip? Because reinvention isn’t quiet.

I picked a furnished apartment in a high-rise — by the same architect who created the State of Illinois building in Chicago where I once worked. A little full-circle magic.

I’ve always loved high-rise living:
• sweeping views
• a pool and gym steps away
• Peloton bikes
• concierge and valet
• EV charging
• walkability to everything I need

It feels like living in a luxury hotel without ever checking out. Or from my experience a land based cruise that never ends.

Las Vegas understands people over 60 — those of us who still have plenty of living, learning, and leaping left. Las Vegas has a lower cost of living than California or Chicago, no state income tax, great weather, and endless (free) things to do. For me, this move wasn’t about retirement. It was about alignment — finding a home base that supports the life I actually want to live.

One early Sunday morning, walking through one of many Vegas indoor malls, I caught myself wondering if they had a walking club. Tell me you’re 65 without telling me you’re 65.

As a resident, I get discounts at restaurants and access to the other properties, pools and spa. But what sold me were the views — the mountains glowing at sunrise, the sunrise in the morning or neon reflecting off the mirrored face at night, the hum of the city below. It’s like living in a quiet nest above it all.

I had lived in Las Vegs three years before becoming a full-time nomad and have come in and out of Vegas countless times during my travels. But choosing it again feels different — more intentional, more rooted, and more aligned with where I am now.

Las Vegas sunrise view from the top…every morning.

Next post the I’ll share the real Las Vegas, the one off the Strip. It has all the vibrancy and community I’ve always loved and makes life in NV work.

Choosing Las Vegas again wasn’t settling down.

It wasn’t an ending.

It is a continuation — another loud, colorful, unexpected chapter in a life that keeps unfolding.

Reinvention isn’t quiet.
And sometimes, it looks like a high-rise in the desert.