...and just like that - we've moved. I am no longer a Charleston resident. I've given a few glimpses of our move on Instagram and on the blog, but haven't answered any questions about the details. It was a sudden move. Let's just say our December was filled with about six huge life changes, all within a few weeks. It's caused a lot of unrest and even sometimes fear, but we're trusting that this is the right path for us.
Brandon was offered a great job - really a perfect opportunity for him professionally. And this job is in BEAUFORT! We are moving "home." Being near both of our families warms my heart. I love Beaufort, I really do. Gotta say though - Charleston is a hard place to leave.
I was expecting tears, but they haven't come yet. If you know me personally, you know I am a VERY sensitive person. I cry a lot. I cry while watching the Lion King. I cry when I'm happy. I cried when the Today Show showed the Rockefeller Christmas tree being brought in on a truck. I cried every time I moved all throughout college... even if I were only moving two miles down the road. I mean, look at this embarrassing picture of me in Ryan's wedding.
Now that's just BAD. I'm sure that face will come soon enough when I think about our life in this beautiful place. But don't be fooled by my sob story, I am so excited to move to Beaufort. If you've been there, you know it's a little mini Charleston. Rich in history and beauty. It was even voted America's Happiest Seaside Town! It's really a great place. And only an hour and fifteen minutes from this other place I love, Charleston.
Back to the move. All of our things are in storage. Basically, we're homeless if you ask me. I am still in Charleston (working the job I love) and living with Ryan and her weepy groom up there (totally three's company). Brandon is in Beaufort starting his new job. I'll soon start commuting every day from Beaufort to Charleston until I get settled in a new position. I don't know where I'm going to work in Beaufort, but hey- we'll figure it out. I don't know where we're going to live. Do we buy, rent, build? ...and WHERE? Life has a lot of options, I'll tell you that. Thank you, Mom & Dad, for letting your married daughter and her husband live upstairs for a month or so. You thought you had gotten rid of me, didn't you? Oh me.
So yeah... there's that. I'll share updates, promise.