I was born and raised in suburbia Richmond. Moved to the middle of nowhere at age 13.
My roots are in Alabama mostly, and parts of New Orleans apparently—hence the fancy last name. (Ree-shard) I’m Southern, but without the accent. It confuses people, so it’s complicated I suppose.
I have been called a Yankee in the town I moved to, which I then counter-argued with the fact that the hospital I was born in is across the street from what once was the capital building of the confederacy many years ago. I also pointed out that Virginia is probably the last state you’ll cross when traveling north that serves sweet tea (the real sweet tea, mind you).
I don’t like the town I moved to. It’s quite orange. And you have to drive 30 minutes to find a store that sells sheets, a basic item. But I love the friends I made there. They mean everything to me.
I took a chance and went to the rival university after high school.
It was the best decision I ever made, despite what others told me. No other school could have fit me more perfectly.
I fell into majoring in Advertising, and then fell in love with it. I don’t really know why, but my attempt in explaining will be quoting George Lois: “Great advertising makes food taste better, makes cars run better, it changes the perception of everything.” Influencing perceptions, and all it takes is one great idea.
I don’t know what will happen next, only time will tell.
Life’s a climb, but the view’s great.