Homeward Bound

Do you know what this means?

Many of you know this already, because I have a big mouth, but in case you didn't know . . . it means, we're coming 'home' to Charleston! Most of you know that Mark and I met and married in Charleston. For that reason, and many others, I think of it as home. We left shortly after our wedding to pursue our fame, fortune and education in the northeast: with stops in Philadelphia, Princeton, NJ and Washington, DC (moving 6 times in 7 years). I'm a southern girl at heart, but for seven years have lived anywhere but. To be fair, we have had some great times and met wonderful people and made some life-long friends, but never felt entirely settled or like we truly belonged. Secretly (and often times, not so secretly) I hoped we would make it back to Charleston. I once read somewhere that if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. After many years of telling Him my plans and being disappointed that they weren't being brought to fruition, I finally decided to sit back and enjoy the ride. And wouldn't you know it, next thing I know is Mark has been offered a job at MUSC and we are moving back to Charleston in less than one month.

I wish I could tell you more, but that's about all I know. Mark will be the new Chief Strategic Officer for the hospital system and will see patients one day a week. He is excited about this new role and I am so proud of him for holding out for what he really wanted. He starts in May and we are moving in less than a month. I guess everything will work out in between . . . and for once, I'm not too terribly concerned about the details. I just can't wait to sit on a front porch, inhale that Charleston air and drink a big glass of sweet tea.

Charleston, here we come!