Chapter 7: Back to Georgia

Hi there.

Remember me?

I know its been a while and I’m sorry about that.

But I’m back… in black… and better than ever!

Seriously though, a lot has changed since my last post. I’d love to share with you, if you’ll have me back that is.

The last time we spoke I was making jam in Asheville and it was summertime. Asheville sure was fun and it was a necessary change, a much needed adventure, but I began to feel stagnant by mid summer. The mountains can make you feel infinite at times, like they charge you with their immense power, but other times they can make you feel trapped and claustrophobic. After spending so much time in Connecticut away from my family in Georgia it seemed silly to move to a city in North Carolina where I didn’t know anyone… so close to my home in Georgia, yet so  isolated in my mountain town. I suppose the real issue was I needed to reconnect with my roots.

Move #7: Back to Georgia

In August I high tailed it back to Alpharetta, Georgia, the town I did most of my growing up in and also a place I only visited a handful of times in the past six years.

Life works in mysterious ways. This year began with a feeling; a feeling I needed to change my life, a feeling I needed to move, a feeling much like growing pains. I decided to follow my gut and I moved. I created a life that was truly and completely mine up in Connecticut, independent of my family and friends down south. I left all of that behind because something was telling me it was time to move on. The new path I fell onto was rough and I got hurt badly this past year but I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. I learned things in Asheville that I needed to learn. One of them being say goodbye when you feel it’s time to.

I had no idea why I felt the need to return to GA, but the feeling was so strong I could not turn away.

Almost one month after moving back I met the love of my life. Malcolm and I knew we were in love right away and it is like nothing I’ve experienced before. At the same time it is the most natural and instinctual relationship or even part of my life to date.

This year I learned to listen to my instinct and trust my intuition. It sounds cheesy but guess who doesn’t care? This girl. You know what you need even if you don’t know you know it. I finally feel like I’m the person I’ve always wanted to be. I love myself, I love the world, I see beauty all around. I love the hurt and sadness that brought me here. It was worth every second. I am in love.

When you know, you know.





Oh, all the places

How many times have you moved in your life? It’s getting a little uncountable for me… I grew up all over the place. I was born in MA and ended up in GA. My nomadic upbringing left me hungry for more. The past five years I’ve been living all over Windham county, CT and getting my fill of magical New England. But the February air and 3 feet of snow (and a burning desire for change in my soul) are telling me to spread my wings again. Enter Asheville, NC. I have never been so excited to live somewhere! Growing up, my dad’s job dictated where we would move a lot of the time but now I’m older and more free and I get to choose where I go. I think we all have a lot more freedom than we give ourselves credit for. We end up identifying with certain places and people and sometimes we let those roles tell us who we are. I think you should love where you are, what you do and the people you surround yourself with, but above all you should love yourself and stay true to you. Your friends and family will love you no matter where you are.

I would like to challenge you, you beautiful soul, to do something for yourself this weekend. Maybe you can get away to the mountains or take a day trip to a special cafe with amazing coffee or just curl up with a good book. Just be sure to give yourself some love because once you do it’s a lot easier to hear that voice inside that tells you what it is you really want out of life.