April 6th, 2026

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I saw a shooting star the first week I arrived to Charleston. I was alone with the sea, talking to the water like my diary. The star told me that everything I’ve wanted is going to started manifesting now.

 

It’s taking longer than I thought, and it's a lot scarier, and harder. Like an evolution before my eyes. Life changing under my feet faster than my legs can run.

 

Every day is different. Every week I want to move home and get a stable engineering job.

 

Then I get back in the boat. And I go with the flow.

 

This is where life is taking me now. The path of least resistance.

 

My emotions rise and fall like waves in cycle with the moon.

 

Every day is an adventure. My legs catch a comfortable rhythm and run 5 miles around town as the sun rises. I follow the story of a pistachio that I blend with feta, greek yogurt, lemon, and green onion to make a dip for crispy toasted potatoes. Then a new friend wants to go laugh and take pictures in the park. I come home and publish new events to my website.

 

I host dinner parties with eight seats and one table.

 

The magic 8 are united by synchronicity, because they all coincidentally stumbled upon my page at the same time.

 

The Pink Moon on April 2nd united a group of creatives, CEOs, and wizards. I felt honored to sit at the table. My Easter Sunday dinner didn’t get any sign ups, so more demi glazed steak with bacon and grits for us. 

 

Every chapter has a dramatic climax. The story will repeat until I learn the lesson.

 

The water is picking up speed now, but the boat is bigger. I am ready for the wild ride.