I moved to the “big city” of Saint Louis in 2008 to go to massage school. There’s quite a story to how I got to that point but I’ll share that another day.
Growing up in a town of around 12k and the best place to hang out was the local Walmart, I always had my eyes on the sky. The sky being the internet that was introduced to me at a friends house when I was around 6th grade. That was my first experience with knowledge and art at my finger tips.
It has been my experience in Saint Louis that confirms that I was always meant to live in the city. I love to be surrounded by culture, diversity, and really good food & coffee.
Making the decision to move to Saint Louis to finish massage school was not my first choice. I thought the city, whilst visiting, was dirty and antiquated. I had a friend in school who traveled w the peace corp and would rave about the people he knew and felt they were some of the best he met despite his travels. That seemed promising and he introduced me to several. (Side note: that friend has moved back to STL 4x and still feels the same about his people here. I’m still friends with those people!)
Relocating, I jumped all the way into becoming a Saint Louisian. I learned about the culture, the quirks, and the landscape. I was also saddened by the segregation, the state of politics, and slow progress.
Saint Louis reminded me a lot of the small town I was raised in. All of those comforts with more variety of culture to pick and choose from.
I have found my true home base here. I love this city with all of it’s challenges and opportunities. My second son is named after my love for this city, wherever where we go, we always know home is where the ARCH is.
One of my absolute favorite pieces of St. Louis is its architecture.
Recently, an opportunity appeared to relocate my office into one of these massive Saint Louis original buildings. I am thrilled to spend my days hearing the bells of the Basilica Cathedral and meeting the neighbors that also choose to dwell in such history.
Walking around neighborhoods, you can almost feel history is breathing through the (brick) walls. In some places, you can almost envision women walking with large dresses with petticoats and men in top hats and pocket watches.
I hope that you will join me for a class soon! I very much look forward to what I will create in this new space. There is a parking lot on site and it’s a small set of offices so you shouldn’t have any trouble finding me.