90 percent of the time I’m incredibly happy for my friends and their accomplishments. But when those accomplishments take them away from me, that other 10 percent of me gets a little unhappy. All the sudden I have an overwhelming urge to gather up all my people, move them into a giant house and tell them they’re never allowed to leave me. (Of course in this fantasy, the house is a mansion with two pools, a live-in chef, a sauna and a gym so how could they possibly want to leave?)
Whitney is leaving Ohio for Charleston, South Carolina. With her goes her wonderful husband Tim and their adorable pooch Sadie. I met Whitney in college when she pledged the sorority I was in. We both ended up quitting the sorority when we realized we preferred the company of a few to the company of two dozen, gossipy, petty girls.
I’ve never been good with change. I’m stubborn and stuck in my ways. It takes me time to process new things. But regardless of my desire to kidnap all my friends, I’m incredibly happy for and proud of Whitney and Tim. They’re moving to Charleston to open their own food truck–something I could never imagine. I love their spontaneity (even if it takes them away from me). I’ve always been a big proponent of following your dreams. I was luck enough to find my dream job, and I’m so happy that they get to follow theirs.