Home Sweet Home

Oh hey, Charleston!

Well the day has finally arrived. In a few short hours I will begin my 2 day long trek to my new home! Excited? Anxious? Thrilled? Terrified? These are just a fraction of the mixed feelings I am having about this new adventure and new chapter in my life. I am probably the most Type A planner/organizer you will ever meet. I have known since I was 5 years old that I have wanted to be a nurse. It was around that same age that I made my first visit to Clemson's campus...Sold! Needless to say, I like to do things in advance. However, on the flip side, I have made some pretty quick decisions in the past when I had a gut reaction that it was the right thing. Up until this point, those quick gut decisions have played out rather beautifully I must say. This move to Charleston is the most recent gut decision I've had...

It all started at the end of March. Thanks to a couple of awesome friends, I found out about an opening in my dream position in the Neonatal ICU in Charleston. I.freaked.out. I applied to each separate job number..by Wednesday I had a call back... by Friday I was in Charleston interviewing. I had a couple of other irons in the fire for job offers but by that Friday I knew...I was bound and determined to end up in Charleston. (I'm pretty sure I even told them in my interview that I would work the next 10 Christmases if they gave me a job...they might have even wrote it down ha! Whoops!) To make a long story short, it was approaching graduation week and I still hadn't heard anything. The week before they had posted a few more positions in the NICU and the HR lady was kind enough to submit my application for me. I had come to terms with the possibility of living at home, watching Say Yes to The Dress reruns all day, and praying for Prince Charming to come whisk me away and tell me that I never had to worry about working or being a responsible adult  (Real Housewives of Happily Ever After, anyone?)

Then Monday of graduation week happens and I get "The Call". I don't remember too much about it other than I was hyperventilating and jumping up and down in my towel wrap. The rest is history.

Anyways, I've got about 48 hours until reality hits. You can't fit anything else into my car. I'm not totally sure I'll be able to fit. It kind of feels like going away to college, but with a lot more on the line (what's a budget?...you mean, I don't get a month off for Christmas??) I'd be totally lying if I told you that I wasn't pumped about my Pottery Barn lanterns and my Pyrex dish set I got on sale. (Domestic Diva is on my accomplishment to-do list). I can't wait to see what unfolds. I pray to the Good Lord that I love it and that I'm happy. But I also know that if all else fails, mama and daddy will come get me. Ha! ;)