With so many friends, social networking accounts, and a blog, I’ve never been good at keeping things under wraps. So, I’m going to come out and apologize to anyone who’s found me a little… weird lately. Anxious, worrisome, short (in attitude- not stature, as that’s always a given), or resembling a passenger on the Hot Mess Express train. I’ve had a lot on my mind.
We’re relocating to Charleston.
Clay has accepted an amazing opportunity as a computer programmer at a company in Charleston, so this is all happening very fast for me.
Moving away is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do- granted I’m only 26 and have lived a very sheltered life. I graduated from college here, settled down here to work as a technical writer for five years at two different companies, grew to love running through the humid swamps, got engaged and married here (at my alma mater!), and started coaching young runners here.
Florence will forever have a special place in my heart- even if I didn’t grow up here, I grew up here. Somewhere in there, a scared 17-year-old moving into the Belle Isle dorms at Francis Marion University with her high school best friend, transformed into a 26 year old married professional writer.
In almost nine years, I’ve lost about 20 pounds, a close lifelong best friend (miss you Danielle!), two grandmas, and a career path I never wanted to take. I’ve gained an amazing husband (Majoring in biology for two years did pay off- just not monetarily), numerous friends who’ve come and gone and stuck around or not, coworkers I love, and an amazing running community.
Leaving is difficult but due. As all writers know, no draft is ever complete- you find a good stopping place and let it be. Knowing when to drop the pen is the most difficult part of writing (and life), but it’s time to finish this chapter and begin a new one.
As Natasha Beddingfield says, the best is still unwritten.
I guess I should get started.