A lot happened in my twenty-fifth year of life. I found myself single, trying to survive my final year of a Masters program, working two jobs, figuring out what I wanted to do with my life, all while rushing past thousands of nameless faces each day. I’ve lived in two major cities on the east coast and decided it was time for a change. I wanted a slower pace, friendly smiles at my local watering hole, a yard to sink my toes into. And so, in my last few months of twenty-five, I packed up my urban life and moved to Charlottesville, Virginia. I didn’t find my dream job, but it was a job and a start. It wasn’t an easy move or decision, but sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. This is my journey.