So, I got this bright idea several weeks back: Life is changing all around me, why not make some changes to the blog? I thought I’d move the blog to a new URL [FuzzyLittleWishballs.com to MeghannChapman.com] in an attempt to appear more professional and ”with-it.”
After hosting support suggested some helpful links with step-by-step instructions for the transition, I did my best and things got crazy. Apparently it helps to know the backend ‘language’ before attempting to use directions in said language. After getting confused, making a small mess and receiving little to no help (on my timing), I decided to take matters into my own hands and figure it out.
Alas, I made a bigger mess. Most of my photos have been lost in the transition. After a few silent panic episodes, I’m doing my best to breathe deeply and move on. After all, no matter how big of a fit I throw, if they aren’t there they just aren’t there. I am doing my best to go back through and add them where possible, however it will be a slow process. I apologize for my mess and any confusion it may have caused.
But here we are, in this new location with this new look and feel. I haven’t decided that’s the end of Fuzzy Little Wishballs, though. I’m a bit attached to the idea and from what I hear so are some of my readers. I’ll do some brainstorming and see what I can do with that. Something low-maintenance and whimsical. Please send me your thoughts and ideas.
Since I haven’t been able to post as much as I’d like since moving here, I’ll just quickly share a few observations I’ve made about living in Charleston, so far:
- Of course, its uh-mazing and I love it.
- I’ll never be able to eat at all the fantabulous restaurants Charleston has to offer.
- A beach chair doesn’t make a very good umbrella. By the way, does it always rain this often in summer here?
- Speaking of rain, the sound of thunder in the distance when you’re on the beach is both magical and a eery. I’ve decided I like it.
- As much as I’m dying to be apart of the art scene here, I’m intimidated as hell and have no idea what “art” I would do or how to get started. Photography? Drawing? Paint? Etc. This place has every cell in my body craving to create and express something.
- The best time to swim and find treasure is about an hour before morning/night low tide. Too many people to stealing the booty during the day.
- My car is full of sand and I just need to get used to it being that way.
Anyway, I’m turning 28, tomorrow, living in my dream city. Read that again: living in my dream city before the age 30. As in living outside of Kentucky before the age of 30. Yep. I’ve made. Checking off that life goal.
Next time we speak I’ll be another year older, hopefully wiser and braver. And a little more clear of what to do with myself until I get that degree. But that’s a story for another day.