Fancy this: I took a little risk and bought an airplane ticket across the country to chase a job I won't like, I'll love. Did I get it? I don't know. Perhaps it was crazy on my part. Maybe I was a bit tenacious. But I'm not sorry. How does the quote go? "The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing and becomes nothing." I'm still holding out hope. I'm trying on this whole 'have faith' thing for size.
And you know what? In my adventures from here to there and everywhere in between, I had an amazing time. I got to see my family, meet new friends, bar hop in Savannah (a city I've always wanted to go to), see Hilton Head Island and manage to not ever find the ocean (I know, I know), crash a tweet-up and turn up in the local newspaper the next day, eat an entire pound of crab while grown men watched in astonishment, drink beer out of a tube served by pretty women in kilts, learn the tomahawk motion at a Braves game... and I did every bit of it with my sister RV who made it all the more fun.
My trip down South in three and a half minutes: