Money? Gone. In two weeks, tops.
Between gas, groceries, and late-night bar tabs, my bank account doesn’t stand a chance. And no, it’s not because I’m splurging on designer bags. As someone with ADHD, impulsive spending and budgeting mishaps come with the territory. But with a little bit of hope, I’m determined to rewrite my money story.

In high school, running was the necessary evil of soccer practice. But years later, inspired by my dad and a group of friends signing up for the Tar Heel 10-Miler, I decided to give running another shot. With shin splints, a solid training plan, and a newfound appreciation for small victories, I’m pushing toward 10 miles—proving to myself that the girl who once despised running might just be a runner after all.

Growing up in the South has shaped me in more ways than I can count—it will always hold a special place in my heart, no matter where I end up in the world. This is my love letter to my home, North Carolina.