From the ambulance sirens nearing Mass General to the noisy college kids and trash trucks in Back Bay, I am so fortunate to be living up the city life and all the fun opportunities that Boston has to offer. Although, I’ve lost many hours of sleep not only trying to drown out the sirens and college kids, but also the squealing noise in my bedroom- that is still a mystery. I finally decided to start a blog to capture my life in Boston.
It all began father’s day weekend of 2007 when my dear friend Becca Kennerly and I were sipping wine and enjoying free apps at J Paulz on James Island. We were both sort of going through the motions at our jobs, recently experienced break-ups from our college sweethearts, and nearing the end of another lease in Charleston, SC. We had big decisions to make. Where would we live next? Stay on James Island? There’s Mt. Pleasant, Folly Beach, and downtown…
Becca had visited Boston the weekend before Father’s day and stayed with her sister’s sorority sister, Emily Huzl (who later became my roommate and friend). When Becca returned to Charleston full of excitement and stories about Beantown, I was filled with nervous chills and hopeful smiles. Becca suggested moving to Boston, a place that I had only heard about. The farthest North that this small town Lancaster girl had been was New York City. After several more glasses of vino, I was psyched at just the thought of moving to a new place, meeting new people and seeing life from a different perspective.
I remember sitting in Becca’s cube at the Ginn Real Estate office, calling my Daddy and breaking the news, while also discussing serious finances. If the move happened, I needed to send rent $ the next day, and Boston wasn’t cheap. After the initial “happy father’s day” surprise, Daddy took a seat in the swing and returned my phone call. We chatted for a bit and discussed the opportunities that lied ahead and moments later, I was signing a lease and placing postage on my first rent check in another state…far, far away.
The following day, I presented Lowe & Associates with my 2 week notice. On June 29th, 2007, I packed my honda accord and headed home. I spent 3 weeks with family and friends, enjoyed sweet tea and grits, front porch chatter, warm weather and humidity, etc. and on July 16th, the wheels were turning. Mom and Daddy drove me to Charleston and loaded the Budget truck. Hours later, Becca and I were on the road and heading north. The rest is history y’all.