My time in Charleston is finally coming to an end. It has been a time of joy, of pain, of healing, of love and of personal transformation.
Coming home is always bittersweet. I suppose I needed a place to recover and reset my life. In so many ways, I am nothing like the person I used to be, and yet, I will always be me. Through my trials and the relationships that I have developed here, I am grown in new and unexpected ways.
I have just about a month left before boarding a flight to my new adventure. I know that Charleston will always be here if I need her, but I am ready to move on. Whether this next place is my final destination is unknown. I have discovered that all of life is transient and impermanent, and that is ok.
There are so many places I want to see. There are still adventures to be had. I have learned to be comfortable with uncertainty, and know that life will unfold as it is meant to.
In the few weeks that I have left here, I plan to find something to savor and appreciate about Charleston every day. For so long, I fought against it, and could only appreciate parts of it through the veil of my dissatisfaction. So, Charleston, I will give you the respect that you deserve.
I'm closing here, so I may venture out and find something to love about this place.