A Place Called Home

The past few days, I have been away, scrapbooking and paper crafting with friends. Every January since 2006, we have been coming to the Myrtle Beach area, and I have to tell you, this is definitely a place I like to call home. Before all my Burghers feel left out, you have to know that I lived here for three years. While it was a short time, it was enough time to make a huge impact on my life, so it will always be a place I call home.

When we landed, I was so excited to step off the plane and smell the sea breeze. There is just something about this air that makes it easier to breathe. As we drove down Business 17 to the place we called home for the weekend (The Resting Place), I felt at peace. There were palmetto trees, ponds with fountains, and Sunday drivers on a Thursday. The first time I stepped on the loose sand, my feet felt planted.

Of course, things have changed since I moved away (three years ago!). Restaurants and shops closed (who asked me?), including my favorite dance hall for boot scootin’. People have changed. Most of my closest friends have moved away, and those that remain are involved in different things than before (but I am so thankful for the six of you I got to see, thank you!). My closest shivered in Pittsburgh with our little girl while our baby boy and I got to enjoy some warmer temps. I have changed. No longer could I stay out ’til the wee hours dancing or stay up late scrapping. And these things are actually welcome.

South Carolina, you will always be part of me, part of my home. One day, I may return to you, but for now I must settle for these brief times away to enjoy you. Thank you for being a welcome place to call home.

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