Sometimes, but....

Sometimes, you do everything right, but... You get the best grades in high school, you go immediately to college. You work hard, changing your major about 76 times, and after, well, 4...and a half years, you get out of that fairyland with a degree. A good one. One in sociology. With a minor in Psychology. And you look at your fiancé(e) (Like I said, you do everything right) and you both say, "Grad school!" So you move home. You apply to grad school. You go to that interview. One of you gets in. And,

one of you doesn't.
This is our story. James and mine. I'm Heather.
James and I met when we were 17 when he moved to Northeast Georgia from Central Florida. Eventually we found out we were both attending the same tiny college in a Tiny Mountain Town about an hour North of our own Tiny Mountain Town. After two years of that college  in the Tiny Mountain Town and an engagement after four years of coupledom, we found ourselves living in Florida, finishing up school. Once we graduated college, the two of us let our deep homesickness get the best of us, and we moved back. To that Tiny Mountain Town.

With all of our wisdom, with all of our self righteous-we-can-do-anything-because-we-have-a-liberal-arts-degree gusto, we did not stop to think that moving from a pretty metropolitan area to a Tiny Mountain Town would actually hinder us from doing the most important thing with our degrees: Get jobs.


Fast forward to a year later from that move, and James and I are working at the same jobs we had in high school. After the soul crushing did-not-get-into-grad-school experience (that one was me. James is apparently awesome-r) and the realization that James hated his major, we took a moment to think about what we really want for ourselves and our lives. We, finally, after a three year engagement are getting married in two weeks, and after that have sworn to hunker down and work on Our Plan.

You know when you really want to do something, but it just seems absolutely crazy? And impossible? And you have so many student loans Looming Over Your Head that it can feel pointless to have any dreams of doing anything, ever?

Well, despite our interest in sociology and my love for psychology and counseling, there is something James and I have always, always wanted. To own a little shop. A real one. With cute things. That people will buy. And ooh. And ahh over.

This blog is going to chronicle us achieving our dream. Well, that and other stuff. But that is the main point. Something to hold us accountable, something to rely on as we watch our dream become something real. (Hopefully).

So, Hello, Hi there, Hey, Hiya.... Y'all.
Here we go.