At the time I thought to myself, I can do this whole living across the country from my fam thang. This whole new place thang. This totally different than where I grew up thang. Afterall, my friends from high school had gone to school way far away when we were much younger. So I could too. Ain't no thang.
Once we landed in North Carolina, where it was hot and muggy, where I couldn't understand the accents around me, where I didn't yet have a taste for sweet tea and slow paced everything, and where my apartment walls were (are) painted the color of band-aids, it turned out I was wrong.
It took about 48 hours before I was realized that this was, indeed, a big thang.
Turns out that the transition was a lot harder than I expected, but now I am so glad to have had this chapter and really am proud of what we have done here.
(Sidebar: The original title of this post was 'big thang' but, well, you know.)