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I’ve spent 13 years, the majority of my life, in Boston.
I went to middle school, high school, undergraduate and graduate school here. It’s where I learned to drive and where I started my business. It’s where I have met people who have been very important in my life. In large part, it’s where I became who I am.
But there’s always been a part of me that belonged to the South. It’s where my family is from and it has always felt like home. I have visited my extended family in Kentucky at least twice a year for my entire life. I used to cry on the way back from visiting Kentucky when I was little because I wanted to live there so badly.
I guess as I was planning my move to Nashville I was thinking mostly of the excitement of living in a new city, in the South, within an easy car-ride of my extended family. I knew that would mean leaving behind some great people, but it didn’t really sink in until this week as I said goodbye to my clients, my friends and people who have become like family to me. I always loved the South because of the genuine people, but it turns out I have found some really wonderful people in these Northern parts, too.
I will miss my friends. Even though most of them are dispersed throughout the country (and even the globe), there were a few good friends who stayed in Boston that I saw regularly after we graduated. I will certainly miss our get-togethers and those last remnants of college. I guess we are officially grown-ups now as all of us start new phases in our lives with new jobs and new homes.
I will miss my neighbors. The kids I once babysat are now driving, but they’ll always be those cute little kiddoes in my mind who kept it real.
I will miss my clients. When people invite you into their homes, even though it’s for business, there’s no getting around the fact that you will learn about their lives and often develop a friendship. I have had many wonderful clients that I have gotten to know well and I will certainly miss our meetings.
I will miss my trade network. Working alongside people in the design and building trades, you make small talk to make the day more pleasant, you see how hard they work and how they are just good, down to earth people.
And then there are people who don’t fit into just one category, but span many. Although we are certainly an unlikely pair as she is 44 years my senior, I will greatly miss a woman I have known for over a decade, who has made window treatments and pillows for my parents and then for my clients after I started my interior design business. She gave me great support and advice as I was starting my business and she has become a very close friend and mentor. Whenever I would bring fabrics over for a job, we would quickly go through the details and then just talk. Sometimes we would be so deep in conversation that an hour would go by before we knew it. Even though for most of my day I am in a hurry, I’ve always cherished my talks with her.
It goes without saying that I will of course miss my parents terribly, but my hope is that they will move back to the South to be near me and my sister in the very near future. So I’m just thinking of this separation as temporary because that’s the only way I can get through it.
I’ve had some great times here with some really great people, but I am excited to finally get my wish to live in the South. Just like the best chocolate, it’s bittersweet.
Thank you for everything, Boston. I will miss you.
(But don’t worry, I’ll be back to visit 🙂 )