Two years ago I needed a change. Being born and bred in the South, it was my home, and there's no denying that it will always be a part of my blood. But many things for me had run their course. I felt the pull of travel, of adventure, of a desire to uproot my life in sake of the unknown. The Southwest had always possessed a certain allure for me, and being offered a job position at Moses Inc. sweetened the deal. In just a few short weeks, everything that was my life in South Carolina was condensed to bundles of bubble wrap and cardboard. I packed a moving crate, sold my car, hugged my family goodbye and boarded a plane with just my wallet and my cat. I didn't know what was waiting for me over 2,000 miles away from home. But I was ready. And when I arrived I found my future home - Arizona. Did I find it perfect, with the sizzling temperatures of 120 degrees? No. Did I find it more fascinating, more active, more alive than what I had left behind? Certainly. So, I started a new life.
I was 25. If I'm lucky I'll live to be 100. The name of this blog is hopeful, I guess. Most people don't live past 90. I'll cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hope that the 3/4ths is yet to come. Hope that those who have blessed my life will continue to do so. Hope that things always grow and improve. Because hope is a good thing, and good things never die.