Three years ago, if anyone had asked me would I return to South Carolina to live after moving away, my answer would've been a blunt, "Hell to the no!" Maybe it's because I was born and raised in SC and it was all I really knew. Even as a kid I was fully aware that there was so much more out there and if I truly desired a career in entertainment I'd someday have to leave to make it all a reality.
So, I tried to move out on my own a few years ago to California, home of the stars and where dreams come true. I had the time of my life. I made new friends, partied, explored LA, partied, went out on auditions, and partied some more. But to my dismay, I ended up right back in South Carolina the following year.
Fast forward to August of last year. With a solid plan and my partying mindset fading away, I relocated to Cali once again. I really did believe nothing could stop me. I’d been there before and knew exactly what to expect.
The first few months passed by pretty smoothly. I got adjusted to my job and continued to have a plan for every step of the way. But a few months ago, things began to change in ways I never expected. There were days I felt so alone. I'd made friends at work and bonded really well with my roommates, but nothing compared to the connections I'd made back home. I didn't miss South Carolina one bit, but missed my family dearly and felt in need of a support system. Along with that, I struggled to figure out a concrete new living situation. And after I tried and tried, I realized that things just didn't feel "right"...not at all like they had before. I wasn't sure if I had planned things out too much or what. So I made the decision to relocate back home.
With age comes wisdom and I'm wise enough to know that sometimes when you think you have all the answers and everything figured out to a T, God can step right in with a different plan. As of right now I don't have all the answers. However, I do know what I want for my life and believe I've most definitely been blessed with the ability to make it all happen. It's all just a matter of when and how.
Who knows where I'll be six months to a year from now. Maybe Atlanta. Maybe Florida. Maybe I'll just continue to travel until I find my ideal place. Or hell, maybe my ass will still be right here in South Carolina. I've reached a point in life where I believe in the impossible and know anything can happen when it's least expected. I'm open to all possibilities.
So stay tuned...There's so much more to come.