In The Beginning

I’ve spent the last six years on Florida’s Treasure Coast, a beautiful, sleepy cluster of beach communities with plenty of fine dining opportunities and pristine golf courses – perfect for any retiree looking to relax, enjoy the beach, and do not much else. It was great while it lasted. But something has occurred to me recently: I’m 28 years old, and I’m not ready to retire.

Last Friday I moved to Richmond, Virginia. I am excited about what the city has to offer socially and professionally. Already I’ve had to stop myself from smiling goofily while watching all the pretty young people go by. If you saw a day-dreaming fool with her tongue hanging out of her mouth last Saturday in Carytown, I’m very sorry. It’ll sink in eventually, but for now I’m just soaking up the style, the people, the fashion, the attitude and all the beautiful sites.