For the past few years, all I've wanted is to start a blog...but as soon as I would talk myself in to it, before I knew it I had talked myself out of it. I'm not sure that anybody will read it, but that's not why I've finally convinced myself to do it. I'm doing this for memories, and so my sweet Mama and other family members can keep up with me as I make my transition from a small town girl, to a girl in the city.
Any change from the small town I grew up in, in the mountains of North Carolina feels like an uncomfortable change. I love my hometown, and am so grateful that I get to call the mountains home. However, as much as I love the mountains, I am very excited and grateful for the life I am getting ready to continue.
I don't look at it as a new life...I'm still me, I've still got the same people I love and I'm just doing it all in a different location. I'm lucky that my boyfriend (who will be referred to as C for the life of this blog) has already been hard at work on making a life for the past two years here. He is my perfect "piece of home" while we start a life far from our families...he makes this small town girl feel like she's fitting in just perfectly in this big old world, and I'm more appreciative of that than he knows.
There are a lot of reasons I consider myself lucky, and there are a lot of things that make me the happy person that I am...my family is a huge part of both of those.
I've always known how much my family has meant to me, and more importantly how thankful I am for them. But it's in this transition of life where my eyes really open up to the people they are, and who they have made me. I promise, there's not another girl in the world with bigger fans than the ones I have. Fans of what you ask? Of my life...just simply fans of me being who I am! I couldn't have asked for more supportive, more drop everything for me people. They'd do anything for me...anything for me without me even asking. They know more of what I want than even I do...and just when I'm feeling a little down, I get an extra I love you. My families conversations end in at least 100 "I love yous"...sure, it's a bit excessive, but I'd want it no other way then them constantly knowing that they are my life, and have every bit of my love that I know I have of theirs.
So there it is...it's time. Time for a lot of things. Time to accept that I've grown up, time to accept that I have a diploma from an amazing University (Go Tigers!) and time to accept that I now need that 9-5 job to make a living. Those are hard things to accept...harder than I thought they ever would be. But they are becoming easier each day, and that's all thanks to the people you see in these pictures. Here we go!
Cheers :)
