So…I did this semi-wild thing without telling many people.
I organized my life into labeled boxes and transported it to Kentucky. Why leave Paradise, you may ask?
Because my beautiful, angel of a mother, and sweet growing nephew need me. Even if they won’t admit it. And I need them. More than ever.
On the way up I realized that for the first time in my life, this move wasn’t a sprint away from any self created monster. In fact, life in Charleston is about as good as it gets – I have a ridiculously rewarding and lucrative career, hilarious and brilliant friends willing to climb into the trenches (or a bottle of tequila), sunshine 350 days a year, the culinary delights, and those breathtaking sunsets.
I didn’t run from Charleston…I ran TOWARD my family, my heart. It has only been 3 months since my sister passed away. A little over a year for my brother. Its still so…fresh.
For months I’ve felt like I didn’t know what to do, to say. Even the concept of writing felt out of grasp. And for a woman of many, many words, this unexpected side affect proved shocking. Then, one day, it hit me. Go home, Bethany. Heal.