Sometimes, you can go home again...

Only a few more days until I'm back home living in Charlotte.

I've left this town so many times, yet somehow I always end up back there. I'm a little nostalgic about the move. I do not; however feel that I have failed in any way. This is so much different than Korea. I came home from Korea, defeated. I was scared and I left.

This time, I had no intentions of coming home. I missed Charlotte, but I was determined to make this work. I LOVED my job here in Charleston. I love living so close to the ocean.

I am so fortunate for the opportunity to work with my new company. I will be surrounded by professionals in my field.

I am fortunate that my family and friends do not buy into the belief that, "You can't go home again."

I am fortunate for the overwhelming love and support I've received from these same people while I've been down here.

I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

Thank you all for your support and love in this little twist and turn in my life. I love you, too.

Moving and Grooving

So, here's the run down. I moved to Charleston, SC to work for the Coast Guard. I loved it. The military life suits me as a civilian.

Last week I received an offer to move back to Charlotte, NC. I took it.

Was it because I don't like Charleston?
No.

Was it because I'm homesick?
No.

Was it because I moved here to further my career and was offered another opportunity to do just that?
Yes.

Plain and simple. I actually was just starting to make some friends and wasn't going home as much. But, I'm moving on up in the world and I have to go.

So long Charleston, I'll see you later.