Home again.
Every time I thought of coming back to Charleston my stomach just dropped. I actually, for a brief moment, truly considered what it would be like just to not get on that plane yesterday. And if I didn't have a job waiting for me here in Charleston I might have even acted on it. But I didn't...
And the beauty of Charleston awaited me on my return. Every time I drive over the bridge to my little island town and see the harbor with its cluster of boats, and the golden marshes spread to the edge of the land I feel so happy and grounded. On my walk today along the battery where I smelled the salty air perfumed with a hint of pluff mud, I wasn't unhappy to be home.
One thing that I decided during my trip is this: regardless of where my future takes me, I will "suck out all the marrow of life" this summer. There are so many things that I want to do here in Charleston, and that I won't be able to do if I move back to New Orleans. So this summer will be about exploring and enjoying everything Charleston has to offer. Because even if I move back to New Orleans, I'll miss the salty air, the harbor, the beach, and all the water sports those have to offer.
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