moving to south carolina…twice!

The story of my move to South Carolina starts long before I ever stepped foot in Charleston. It begins with a leap of faith, a journey not just across the country but into a completely new energy.

A Fresh Start

On December 26th, I left my family’s home in Phoenix and hit the road solo, heading east for Charleston. I spent the week leading up to my move selling, donating, and packing everything I owned into my little Toyota Scion (which btw is way too small for my 6-foot frame). selling and donating was symbolic of letting go of the past, of my old self. Preparing and making space for something new.

The drive was one for the books. Thirty-six hours on the road, navigating conditions I’d never experienced before, and a few challenges along the way like getting stranded at Buc-ee’s in the middle of Texas with a dead battery. But I made it, pulling into Charleston on December 30th, tired but filled with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

I unpacked my life into the space I carved out for myself. My new energy I spent years cultivating. (2024 sealed the deal) I new I deserved a new space that aligned with the person I had changed into.

The Mastermind Retreat

Fast forward a few weeks! I was gearing up for something I’d been looking forward to for months. The mastermind retreat with Elena S. Blair and her team. The retreat was scheduled for the week of January 20th in Palm Springs, and I couldn’t wait to be surrounded by industry-leading photographers, inspired speakers, and creative energy.

Since I’d already made the cross-country move, I decided to take advantage of the timing and fly back to Phoenix for a quick visit with my family before heading to Palm Springs. Driving from Phoenix to Palm Springs (a quick four-hour trip) felt like a bonus adventure.

The retreat was a safe space where my new energy came to life. I felt empowered. I soaked in the inspiration, connected with like-minded creatives, and felt reinvigorated for the next steps in my journey.

Coming Home Again

Returning to Phoenix, an old familiar comfort rose up in me. I recognize everything here. I know people here. My childhood bedroom is still here. The kids I have babysat for 10 years are down the road. At first, it felt grounding to be back, but soon I started to notice the pull of old energy, remnants of the version of me that once lived there.

Moving to Charleston had been a process of transformation. It was symbolic of personal changes and energetic upgrades! An intentional leap into a new timeline and a new version of myself. It took a lot of energy to make that move, and here I was again. It felt like I had to make the move all over again.

I found myself procrastinating packing for my flight back to Charleston, feeling resistance I couldn’t quite explain. Up until the last minute, I scrambled to pull everything together. I had this overwhelming feeling like I was forgetting something. Maybe it was that I was leaving my old self behind.

A New Perspective

On the flight back to Charleston, I stared out the window, trying to process it all. Moving, leaving, returning, and then leaving again-it was a lot. Landing and then and I seeing the big “Welcome to Charleston” sign in the airport, something shifted.

I realized this was my first time arriving in Charleston by plane. My first time coming home to my new home.

Waiting for my Uber, I stared at the palm trees swaying in the breeze, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was a quiet but profound moment, like my new energy was gently reminding me I was exactly where I was meant to be.

When I stepped inside, it hit me. This was the first time I had ever truly come home. Not back to old memories or familiar spaces, but home to something new. I felt aligned, safe, and happy. These feelings I hadn’t expected but welcomed wholeheartedly.

Reflections on Growth

Moving across the country twice in one month wasn’t easy. It challenged me physically, emotionally, and spiritually. But it also gave me a new perspective.

Returning to my old environment reaffirmed just how much I’ve changed. The pull to stay in the past was strong, but my new energy is stronger. It’s aligned, it’s mine, and it’s exactly what I need to grow.

Charleston feels like nowhere else I’ve ever lived. It feels like me.

Here’s to new beginnings, unexpected challenges, and finding a place that feels like home.

Love you Charleston. Thank you for being home for the new me.