Of All Things To Put Into Storage
Perhaps the most miserable part of moving on is the packing. Several scenarios come into play. It is inevitable. You either forget something and leave it behind or you accidentally give something away that you thought you would never need again. You realize that you only need it when you don’t have it. Such is the case with my MP3 recorder. I find myself now, only hours away from a celebrity interview here in Paris, without my recorder. That is hardly what weighs most on my mind right now.
I honestly thought that by leaving Savannah physically I would also be leaving it emotionally, academically and socially. I was wrong. For instance, through email correspondence I took an assignment with The South magazine just today, interviewing and writing an article on a rather dogmatic and flamboyant personality. But upon reading the email thread between Carrie Nations, the editor, and I , I realized that no matter how hard I tried to leave it all behind, fate knows no geographic boundaries. I eagerly took the assignment and have positioned myself to take more should the situation arise.
I have also been in touch with a PR firm in Savannah that I am going to be doing a social media quarterly webinar for. Not to mention I still maintain three clients in the 9-1-2 that I speak with on a regular basis and now communicate with through my computer. It is fascinating to me sometimes how I continue to push forward while still holding on so dearly to the past.
Savannah and the magazine and the friends I made during the past three years…well, I carry them with me all the time. As the french quote by Alphonse Karr goes,
“Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose,” which simply means “The more things change, the more they stay the same.”
This article came as a surprise to the magazine (filling a slot that had to be changed at the last minute) and upon learning I was in Paris they offered me the job. Of course I took it. My fate was to be in Paris and this affirms it in some way…oddly enough. C’est la vie…
