Five years ago, I woke up to a chilly Georgia morning. I probably didn’t want to leave the warm bed to begin the days adventure. That adventure you ask; packing my entire 4 bedroom house into a moving truck for our move to South Carolina. It was hard, most of the people who said they were going to help us move bailed on us at the last minute. I get it, people get busy and things happen. I put out an SOS on facebook, and we had friends show up to help. We got my van, a 27ft moving truck, my dad’s truck with a trailer attached all packed full of all my worldly possessions. Loaded the kids up after a round of goodbyes to friends and we hit the road.
My dad and I had to go back the next day after we unloaded here for one final load. I remember the sigh of relief that came from me when we crossed from Georgia into South Carolina on that final trip. I was leaving behind so many bad memories, and of course a bunch of wonderful ones as well. I was starting a new adventure in a new town, and it was going to be great.
I remember the weeks leading up to moving were hectic, and I cried a lot. I knew things would be better once we moved, once we were settled, the kids would have their dad close again. I could never have imagined everything that has happened in the last 5 years. I found love – in a man I never would have met if I hadn’t moved. I have a huge group of friends that have become like family to me. I have students who make me laugh all the time, and are like my other kids. I have been blessed with a series of wonderful jobs here at the University of South Carolina, jobs that have given me some super opportunities that I would have never had in Georgia. I have found a place where I belong.
While I miss my friends in Georgia, this is where I belong. This is home.