This is my last day in Charleston. Actually, I’m waiting for Chad to get home so we can pack up and meet the movers in Athens tomorrow.

I cannot believe that this is it. So much of me wants to cry.  It was always planned that we would move somewhere else, but now I can’t imagine my little girl growing up without extended family around her. Most of me is aching with coming to the realization that we could have bargained harder to stay in Atlanta, but we didn’t.

I’ve found that the thing that bothers me the most is not that we’re moving out of SC, but that we’re moving out of the south. No offense to those of you from different parts of the country, but people are nicer in the South. Day to day life is more courteous – people hold open doors, make conversation on the elevators, and waitresses are actually nice to you! It’s going to be an adjustment, learning not to expect to have sweet tea with mexican food, couponing at Publix and scoring a lot of stuff!, driving through cow pastures for a few hours to get back home. No, the bridges we’ll be crossing won’t be over sea, but over rivers; the beach won’t be just a few minutes away, and there are fewer froyo places. Not sure why that is.

So now, we leave, and I have questions on my mind like… how long until we move back to Georgia? Will Zoe really know her own family well enough? Why did I buy a fro-yo Groupon for Charleston five days before we move with no chance of using it? ;)

NOTE: I’ll most likely be changing the blog over to a different address with more info and pictures for our families, so they can keep up with us. Stay tuned for any updates!

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