Relocating

After finishing up work in NC, going through almost every item I owned and deciding what to take and what goes, and packing, I headed south to start a new chapter in my life. On the morning dog walk the day I left NC, I saw the horses that live at the Rachel Carson Reserve for the first time. It felt like an omen that everything was going to be OK. Initially, I was worried about the trip down. I was worried about pulling a trailer 10+ hours on the road, about the toys tied down to the roof racks flying off, and about which route to take. The approach I decided to take: staying present and sticking w/ my gut on making decisions, the outcome: the trip down went so smoothly I've been waiting for the inevitable bad to happen to balance out the yang.


I drove half way to my destination and stayed the night in Columbia, SC. There I met up w/ a friend of a friend and got a bite to eat at Hunter and Gatherer , a local restaurant and brewery located downtown. Come to find out, it was one of the few places I had been to the one other time I had been in Columbia, to interview for a graduate student position ~7 years prior. Wow, has it been 7 years? It seems like just the other day I was in Dr. H's lab running soil samples looking into graduate programs...


I pulled in the small town in SW Georgia I would soon call home Friday evening an hour before the sun set. Mr. W met me at the little house he was renting, which I soon fell in love with. Since I moved to NC, I had been looking for a small house to call home and it seems I was just looking in the wrong place. This little house is everything I have been looking for and I am so grateful to have the opportunity to live in it.