We've always been told 'our roots run deep', but really- how deep do they run? Ask yourself, first hand- are you able to list out suggestions on a favorite coffee shop, hair stylist, gym, etc? If so, then your roots are growing.

My experience is one of a woman who was born in a small town in South Carolina. Tina and Kevin, my lovely parents, are originally from the midwest and their parents from immigrant families. Life with an interesting twist! I have a southern accent, but my parents don't sound like me, and there is no fried chicken or sweet tea in the home. Growing up, my friends and I called dirt roads our hangout spot, drove four wheelers like bandits, and built tree houses. Things were simple. For instance, I didn't drive on anything bigger than a three lane highway/interstate until college- it was a memorable experience… To this day, I still feel the same way- less lanes are more comfortable and I. Hate. Driving.

Here's the thing - I lived there for 18 years - that is plenty of time to explore. Finally, I could answer the mountains' call. Time passed and I ended up here, in Roanoke, Virginia. What a fabulous place to land?! Immediately, I am drawn-in by the landscape: rolling mountains, great amenities, and friendly people. It would be easy for me to name off a favorite coffee shop, hair stylist, gym, real estate brokerage….and the list goes on. Also, I can (now) merge onto the interstate like a champ, but will likely be caught avoiding it for a gentle scenic route.

To say Roanoke has it all would be an understatement. There is shopping, delicious food from around the world, kayaking, biking, hiking, designing, festivals, and a great community. I always tell people Roanoke is a city, but it feels like a big town. From farmlands to the Wells Fargo building lighting up the skyline, there is a little bit of everything.

It is correct to say, my roots began in South Carolina but have grown their way up the east coast to Virginia, which I now call home.