Hi and welcome! I'm Lindsey, a Cajun girl living in Charleston, SC with my two adventurous preschoolers, newborn baby boy, & sweet husband. I'm a work-from-home-mom/business owner, just finished my Masters degree, am studying for the LSAT, and love to read. Jesus, Star Wars, Italy (although I've yet to visit, but am forever planning my evening in Roma), and traveling are amongst my favorite things, and you can find me writing about life, parenting, my hopes, dreams, and all things in between.
Monday. A new week, a fresh start, and as I write this my house it quiet. Everyone is still asleep, which is a bit odd since at least one of my toddlers is almost always awake by 7:00am. I awoke feeling hopeful, that today would be a great day, because let’s face it — last week was a long one. For no particular reason, it was the kind of week that made me miss living in Louisiana.
I miss my family.
I miss my friends.
I miss those comfort radio stations (94.5, I’m talking to you).
And I miss the food.
Born and raised in the bayou, I moved away for good in 2009 a few months after Keith and I began dating. I wanted to be close to the boy that I loved. He proposed a few months after my arrival in Charleston, and with the exception of briefly living in Georgia and North Carolina for Keith’s job, I’ve lived in South Carolina ever since.
I spent the majority of my childhood planning my escape. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life or where exactly I wanted to live, but I knew for sure it wasn’t going to be in the Louisiana. I was a mostly happy child and teenager, but a lot was going on under the surface. A lot of it was hormonal, but the majority of my internal struggles are directly linked to my life at home. One’s identity is shaped by their childhood and adolescence, and mine was heavily impacted by my father’s erratic behavior. So when I was old enough to do so, I got the heck out of there.
I moved out of my parents’ house when I was 17 and bee bopped around the state living with different family members. I also moved to California when I was 18 to be an au pair (long story…I’ll tell you sometime), then there was Texas for an even shorter time, but I always ended up back in Louisiana. My extended family and friends made that trip coming home worthwhile, and when I moved away in 2009 I had no idea that this would be my final exit.
It’s been almost 7 years since I’ve been permanently gone, and while I’ve lost my accent, I’m still a Cajun girl at heart. Growing up and becoming a woman while living a few states away has allowed me to view this quirky place with fresh eyes, and the things that used to bother me are no longer relevant. Every year around this time, I get a little more homesick than normal, and it’s all because of Louisiana football (New Orleans Saints, LSU Tigers, UL Ragin Cajuns). The game itself is exciting, but what I miss is the atmosphere it creates. Food, fellowship, and football is what Louisianians are all about. Charleston (and South Carolina in general) just isn’t on the same level, and it’s disappointing. Nevertheless I’m trying to embrace the Lowcountry. Charleston is a beautiful, historical city and there is much to do and see. My family and I live around 20 minutes from downtown, and I think exploring this unique city more often would lessen my homesickness. I’ve always had difficulty blooming where I’m planted, because I’m always looking ahead or wondering what’s next. I’m going to work on that. I’m trying to lower my walls and let new people in, but that can be risky. My prayer is that God would give me peace and contentment. I don’t know what the future holds, but whether we stay in Charleston, move to Louisiana, or even relocate to a place that isn’t on our radar yet, I’m going to try and embrace it. Afterall, home is where my sweet husband and babies are.
Last night I did something completely outside of my comfort zone – I left my babies at home (with my sister) and drove to a restaurant I’ve never been to attend a beginners Italian language class! Okay maybe it’s not THAT shocking since anyone who truly knows me knows that I’m absolutely obsessed with all things Italian, however the part about actually showing up and trying something new is.
I’m a massive planner, but unfortunately I’m horrible at seeing those plans come to life. Maybe I’m too ambitious, or ADD, but it’s hard for me to see a task from start to finish. I RSVP’d for this six week class a few weeks ago and had hoped that I’d actually attend. I’ve always wanted to learn Italian, and have some crazy dreams about branching my business out (more on that later), but there’s something so incredibly intimidating about meeting new people and making new friends.
But last night was different.
I showed up and had a great time! I met a sweet woman who is taking a trip to Italy in November, and we bonded over Under the Tuscan Sun and our mutual adoration for Italia. My teachers are awesome and very good at what they do, and this language class is only the beginning. There are gatherings at local restaurants, wine tastings, cooking classes, Italian-language speaking events, and so much more…all in Charleston!
I am so happy to have joined this community of Charlestonians that love Italy and feel the same as I do. I don’t know when I’ll finally make it to Italy, but when I do, I’ll be ready.
This time around I’m hoping to write on a more consistent basis. Instead of treating this blog like a highlight reel and only writing about the happiest of topics, I’m choosing to be a little vulnerable. While I love social media, that’s exactly what it is — a highlight reel. My Facebook and Instagram pages are full of great moments, subtle complaining, snippets of things I’m passionate about, and mostly pictures. All that’s great, but life is more complicated than that.
While I respect that most issues should be kept private and one should not air their dirty laundry in public, I fear that keeping completely quiet is creating more problems in the long run. Holding everything inside and pretending like life is perfect is incredibly exhausting. My toddlers are amazing, I adore my husband, and am thankful for this life, but sometimes things are crazy and overwhelming. I rarely discuss the latter because I don’t want to come across as miserable or ungrateful…but you know what? It’s okay to talk about real life. Real life is messy and complicated and beautiful. We all struggle in one way or another, and I hope that by sharing a little of my personal struggles it will help others, and build new (and strengthen old) relationships. Please keep this in mind when reading future posts. I understand that I’ll likely be criticized and judged, hopefully not too harshly, but I’d like to believe what others think of me isn’t my business. (Although, I do care a little, so please be nice.)
Hello, and welcome to A (Lindsey) Christmas Story! I’m Lindsey, and I’ve created this space to connect with others, document my life, but mostly it’s just a place to write. From 2009 to 2013 I blogged pretty heavily over at My Dolce Vita, but time became limited and writing was put on the back burner. While my plate is still pretty full, I’ve decided to make time each day to write about whatever my little heart desires. I absolutely love looking back and reading my thoughts when I got engaged, during the wedding planning process, finding out I was pregnant (twice), or just expresses my feelings and passions.
I’m overflowing with ideas and passion, and putting “pen to paper” helps me to sort things out and feel a little lighter. I’m ready to write again, and I’m happy to document this season of life. Having two toddlers, being a wife and grad student, owning and operating a business, having tons of desires and hobbies, and turning 30 in a few months makes this a very busy and exciting season, and I can’t wait to share that with all of you (and my future self)!
Feel free to check out the tabs at the top of this site. The About section is a summed up bio, The List is my life bucket list, Favorites is a work in progress but will eventually house my favorite products and organizations, RDHVP links to my wedding videography site, and Contact provides a way to get in touch with me.
I’ll be spending more time on this site and less time on Facebook, so please stick around and let’s get to know each other.
After taking a break from blogging, I'm back at it over at A (Lindsey) Christmas Story! My Dolce Vita has seen me through many moves, two pregnancies, a wedding, and so much more, but I needed a fresh space to write, and I hope you'll join me there!