Tuesday, May 19, 2009

We call it South Cackalacki

The Youngin's and I are headed down to my home state of South Carolina for the next several days. I am looking forward to seeing family, friends and that weird lady who rides her "Flag" bike all around Anderson. We think she might be family but no one is willing to get close enough to her to find out. I'll be sure to have my camera ready in case I run in to her... figuratively speaking of course.

I moved to Nashville April 1, 2001; almost eight years ago. I was 24 years old and scared out of my mind. To this day I look back at that girl and say... "Hell yeah, you did it!", because honestly, I started talking about moving to Nashville two years before I actually took the plunge. Every time I would even think about loading up my Honda Accord and saying goodbye to the only life I had known for 24 years, my stomach would twist into knots. But you know that saying, "Everything you want is right outside of your comfort zone?" Yeah, I learned that one first hand.

There are things that I miss about my hometown and people I would have taken with me if I could have but it was the best decision I have ever made for myself. These days, trips back home are few and far between and when I am there, there never seems to be enough time to see everyone... But I always come away with a new appreciation for the place that will always be my foundation.


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