
Welcome Home Sandee Bonita
A longtime Las Vegas favorite returns
Let me begin by saying…. it feels GOOD to be home!
Hi, hola, YES… It’s me, Sandee Bonita!! After two years in Washington D.C., I am back to keep it 100 with you and my heart couldn’t be happier.
It’s true, sometimes you learn the most when you are whisked away from everything you know, your comfort zone is no longer existent and you have to adapt to what will be the “new normal” in your life. That’s how my experience in Washington D.C. turned out to be. It’s been exactly two years since I left Las Vegas and trust me when I tell you that I missed this beautiful city every day. You gave birth to my radio career, my friends and family reside here, and I have a new found passion for this incredible city.
So how did this west coast girl survive a monster city like Washington D.C. you ask? Well that is still a mystery even to myself, haha! I feel like I learned a lot about myself, I became stronger, my faith grew immensely, and my love for the West Coast just multiplied. It wasn’t an easy journey for me, but I definitely appreciate the lessons and the experiences it taught me.
For those that follow me on my social media (@sandebonita, in case you didn’t, now you know ;) ) you got a glimpse of my daily life in Capital City. I’ll be honest, at times I felt like I was living in a movie. Walking everywhere, getting lost, then finding my way just to get caught in the rain, crying, and then smiling, and finally coming to terms that it was all part of the experience.
Some of those memorable experiences were: celebrating 4thof July and watching an array of fireworks by the Washington Monument.
Visiting the White House (ahhhhhh, talk about bucket list items!)
Living in the Capitol Hill neighborhood.
Being featured on the Washington Post as the top Latina radio personality
And showing my love for Las Vegas during the Stanley Cup Finals. VGK All Day with no shame in my game, because when they’d see me, they’d see Las Vegas!
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Las Vegas was a part of my life every day when I was gone. I never truly got to the point where I considered D.C. home. I kept a Q100.5 sticker on my work notebook, I proudly wore my Q100 swag, and if someone said Las Vegas, my heart would immediately smile. I missed being home. Home wasn’t the 202, it was always the 702.
Things got even harder for me after the October 1sttragedy. I love Vegas so much and I felt guilty for being a way during a time that the community I care for was going through a period of mourning. I felt useless knowing I couldn’t contribute to anything emotional because I was so far away.
I booked a flight, called Bojo (true story) and when I landed, I hugged my family, and immediately went to the Las Vegas sig. Being there with all the 58 crosses was my own personal healing moment.
I’m not going to lie to you, D.C. was good to me. It’s a very beautiful city, and it gave me the opportunity to learn more about myself than anything else. My journey was rough though, probably the hardest mental experience I’ve ever gone through. I maintained the spirit of West Coast Wednesdays for my own sanity, even though I was the only one who appreciated it lol! Can take the girl out of the West but Tupac lyrics will always be present to lead the way, haha!
The most important thing I am taking away from Washington D.C. isn’t its political nature; it’s my own personal growth. Now I have the ability to say NO and walk away from people, things, and phases that no longer add any purpose or joy to my soul without any guilt. On December 31st, 2018, I said thank you, next, and goodbye to our Nation’s Capital. I grew, I evolved, and I recognized that it was time to move on.
When I made my announcement that I was saying Adios to Q100.5 I recorded a video of a listener that called me and said: “…. You got lots of love here in Vegas if you ever want to come back,”…
So here I am! Blessed to be back on a radio station that I love in the city that I love! Our radio love story didn’t end Las Vegas, it just came to a full circle. I hope you missed me as much as I missed you.