Unlike most people that I know in the Triangle, I can say that I spent most of my life growing up here, in Chapel Hill to be exact. It’s often hard to believe that it was 23 years ago that my family picked up all it’s “Yankee” roots & headed down here from Connecticut. So, you can imagine how surprised I was when I met my now husband & found out that not only was he a Durham, NC native, but his parents were as well – a rare find in this area.
Needless to say, I was a footloose & fancy free teenager finishing her first year of college at East Carolina University when I met my husband. We were both eighteen, but he was just graduating high school. It was during the summer of 1996 that we dated & both had what we thought would be a “summer fling,” if you will. I’ll admit, my friends were a bit skeptical upon meeting Seth – growing up in NC he was a bit of a clean cut, country boy, and not the typical guy I might have dated. I was very much a “wild child,” with an unusual sense of fashion, a love of jam band music & a fondness for grungy boys. But, something about this guy was different & 13 years & one child later I couldn’t be happier. We often refer to ourselves as ‘Dharma & Greg’ – the years have changed us a bit, but my husband it still the picture of maturity & responsibility, while I am still very much a dreamer & a kid at heart.
He is the reason that we now live in Durham, and that I have such a love & appreciation for NC. A common thread between us is a love of the great outdoors – camping, hiking, backpacking, boating, cycling – we have experienced the best that NC has to offer. While we have not gone camping yet with our 2 ½ year old son Wyatt, we talk about it often & wonder which favorite spot in NC we will revisit with him in tow. Living in the Triangle allows you to get to the Smoky Mountains or the Crystal Coast with the ease of a 3-4 hour trip. Couple with that the fact that our closest friends, my sister, brother, parents & in-laws all live within 15 minutes of us, and we rarely complain about not getting a night to ourselves.
When Kelly is not reminiscing about her college days, she can usually be found chasing after her toddler son Wyatt, and blogging about it at Monkey Man, if she hasn't run out of steam at the end of the day.