I feel so lucky to live in Raleigh, North Carolina. This post is not intended to be smug and I’m not trying to brag. I am literally just trying to show my gratitude and appreciation for a city that has been so kind to me. I came to the American South from a very different culture, and I had no idea what I was getting myself into. The people of this city were so kind, and they still are, even though I’ll never be able to fully become a part of their culture since my Northern sensibilities will never be fully shook off enough to spread the true Southern warmth and charm. Every weekend I get to choose which Raleigh golf course I want to play at, or whether I want to take a short trip out of the city to go to one of the many fine courses that are to be played somewhere else in North Carolina.
Every evening, if my wife and I feel like treating ourselves to a fantastic meal and some entertainment, I feel that there are no cities in the world that can confidently say that they offer more high-end, consistent, amazing options then our home of Raleigh, North Carolina. I moved here not knowing what to expect. I have been given so much and treated to so much generosity from the people of this fine city and state. Today, I am one of the lucky people who can wake up in the morning and say that they are in a place that fulfills them and makes them happy. I don’t know the statistics, but I know that I am grateful to be satisfied with the life that I have been given. So, I’ve got another week ahead of me that is just like a whole bunch of other weeks, but I’m not upset about that and beliefs. I’ll go out for a few meals with my wife, and we’ll both get to spend our weekends doing what we love most, together and with friends. By the time that the weight of the week has pressed on my shoulders, I’m already teeing off on the fairway, swinging my stress away.