I honestly don’t think it has hit me yet that I actually moved. 500 miles away. From all my friends and family. To a place where I know no one. I think I’m finally starting to wrap my head around it, six weeks later.
As I drove down the highway towards our apartment on Tuesday evening, I kept looking at the billboards. The same billboards I pass every single day on my way home from work. The same billboards we passed on our first trip to Charleston. For some reason, they looked different to me on Tuesday evening – as though I was seeing them for the first time. And then it hit me. I’m not just passing through, I’m not just visiting… I live here. I’ve been so wrapped up in the new job, building my photography business, meeting new people, getting the apartment organized and painted, jumping back into volunteering… that I haven’t even taken the time to really enjoy the city yet. I’m pretty embarrassed to admit it, but I’ve been downtown only twice since moving here. And both of those trips happened just this past weekend!
So now that things are settling down, I’m going to start making an effort to enjoy Charleston. To appreciate all the great things it has to offer – the things I moved here for in the first place. Those billboards were a reminder to slow down, take it all in, and remember why you moved in the first place. A reminder that – yes – we actually did it. We live here now.