I’ve lived in an arc.
With Charleston, Columbia, suburban Charlotte, and Raleigh crossed off, another arc may be in my future.
From a beach-adjacent beginning in Mount Pleasant to a miserable eight years near Charlotte, I’ve somehow adapted my geography education for photography.
Do I want to rid myself of my South Carolinian past?
To those who apply a stereotype to us, there’s an obvious answer. Fortunately, twenty-one years of diversity, natural beauty, varying ideologies, and a menagerie of traditions marked my time in the state. While it has its issues, something about it will eventually bring me back. Oddly, it’ll likely take me right back to Columbia. (Don’t try Charleston or York County, though. You’re in for an unpleasant surprise.)
Education (or socialization?)
After graduating from high school at the end of my junior year, I spent a year focusing on business administration at a two-year college. Fortunately, I applied to (and was accepted) the University of South Carolina, where I studied geography, cultural sciences, and [oddly] the rock-and-roll genre.
Raleigh and Siouxsie
At the beginning of July, my friend and I made a valiant move to Raleigh, North Carolina. Joining us is Siouxsie Sioux, the state’s most adorable cat. Don’t be fooled by her leash. Her indoor life doesn’t translate to the outdoors, so we’ve only had one opportunity to try this.