The Decision...

The decision had actually been made a long time ago when I was still a little girl. I was going to live in Charleston, South Carolina when I grew up. Just like my mom did, and just like her mom did. But, seeing as I was a Michigan girl, the likelyhood of ending up in Charleston seemed pretty slim.

Until I got the phone call....

I had applied for a communications job at the medical university of south carolina and had flown down for an interview and had been waiitng impatiently for the last week for a decision. I was informed at 5pm on a Tuesday that the job was mine and that I had 2 weeks to get down there for blood work and a physical. Yay! ...and yikes! I hadn't even thought about how to get there, what all to bring, how to tell my friends, where I was going to live, and how I was going to get by on my own....and now I had 14 days to figure it all out. Scary grown-up stuff. Yuck. Never much cared for grown-up things.

So in the middle of packing up everything Ive ever worn, done, owned, or BEEN...I realized that what I was doing was probably the most important, life changing thing I've ever done, aside from choosing a college and getting braces...And since I'm moving so far away and the culture is sure to be at least a tad different than that of the "dirt under your nails means you're working!" Midwest, I figured I should chronical some of my experiences so that, if for no one else but me, I had a record of what I went through.

So here is my first post. Status? Scared sh*tless. And super excited. Can a north mid-western "girl next door" make it in the historic south? I have 14 days before I find out...and I can't wait. :)