Bay State to Broad
I'll never forget the first time I visited Charleston. I was a junior in college, and my girlfriends and I decided to take a day trip from Columbia. I was instantly captivated by the beauty, charm, and sense of simplicity, and knew then and there that it was a place that I could someday call home. How I would get there though was still a bit unclear.
Fast forward a bit: following a four month pit stop in Florence, Italy and college graduation a year later, I packed my car and made the 18 hour drive up north to my hometown of Andover, Massachusetts; I said "see you later" to the best friends a girl could ask for, as we sprawled out every which way across the country. I applied tirelessly to "big girl" jobs, and after a year of searching, landed one at a digital agency that seemed right for me. I moved into a studio apartment in Boston's beautiful and historic Beacon Hill neighborhood; I fell in love, and we went our separate ways.
On an impromptu trip to Charleston a few months ago, I was sitting on a rooftop bar with my two best friends and was so happy that I actually felt sad. I had this overwhelming feeling of I could be so happy here; I don't want to leave. So I decided I shouldn't – and just a few weeks later my car was packed and I was making the drive down interstate 95.
As I sit here on a beautiful fall morning at a coffee shop in Mount Pleasant, I can't help but think about how fortunate I am: to have the courage to quit my job, pack up my life, and move 1,000 miles away from home; to have the unconditional love and support of my family; and to have found a sense of peace, happiness, and hope in this new city. I have no idea where this adventure will take me, and I couldn't be more excited to find out.
Thanks for stopping by. I hope you'll stay a while.