Almost a month ago, my daughter took off to New York City.
Taylor had only been back in Myrtle Beach for a month when the opportunity presented itself, and it’s like the universe conspired to make the trip possible: A friend of one of her lifelong friends was heading up there and had room in her vehicle – but the friend making the trip was leaving from Winston-Salem, NC.
And that lifelong friend had a place for Taylor to stay when she got there.
It just so happened that my niece – Taylor’s cousin – was in town for Labor Day and was heading back to her home in High Point on that Sunday.
High Point is 20 miles away from Winston-Salem.
See where I am going with this?
By a wonderful, serendipitous miracle of logistics and goodwill – my daughter is where the action is.
She already told me she wasn’t coming back. I hope she’s kidding – but I am also confident that she will carve out a niche for herself up there and will be able to put that College of Charleston communication degree to good use.
If she can make it there, she’ll make it anywhere…
My daughter isn’t one to let the grass grow under foot. Within about a week she snagged a hostessing job at a French-American restaurant and cafe in Brooklyn called French Louie. No doubt having worked at excellent places in Charleston such as Slightly North of Broad (S.N.O.B.) and more recently Amen Street Fish & Raw Bar, coupled with her familiarity with OpenTable were big pluses.
They told her that they were after hospitality at French Louie. My kid lived in the epicenter of Southern hospitality for four years.
This week she was interviewed by a College of Charleston graduate at a PR firm on Madison Avenue. There is a CofC alumni group in Manhattan – and another friend made her aware of this.
Frankly – Taylor has a group of friends in The City that parallels her Charleston experience. Not to mention that lifelong friend since middle school in Myrtle Beach, who has already been working steadily in the entertainment industry up there.
If not now, when…
Taylor was about to wait until she saved up a bit from working here in Myrtle before heading up North to poke around – but I suppose fate intervened when the universe conspired.
The last thing I would want for her would be to “settle” for a temporary job here and then, ten years on, wonder what the hell happened.
I can’t be more proud.
Or more terrified.