As a child I often sat on my bed in northwestern Pennsylvania dreaming of growing up and moving to California. I dreamed of sunny beaches and big houses and being rich enough to flourish there. I don’t know why I ever thought of that, but I did. I guess it didn’t help with the Mommas and the Pappas song, California Dreamin, which I loved.
Some years later, married, living in Maine, my hubby got orders for San Diego, CA. Was I excited? No, not really. I loved Maine. I loved our little house, I loved seeing the changing seasons and the snow. But, when Uncle (Sam) says to move, you move.
We moved to San Diego and ended up staying there for twenty-seven years. We bought a home with a wonderful view of the Pacific and enjoyed gorgeous sunsets daily. But, it did not feel like home to me. We raised our girls there. We created memories there, but it was not home to us.
For several years I told my hubby, ‘I would love to live anywhere, EAST of the Mississippi’. I didn’t care if it was mid-Atlantic, south or north, just so it was east.
When we finally did move to South Carolina, I was thrilled. We fell in love with the low country. We fell in love with the people here. It felt like home to us.
We still love this area. It is fun to explore and discover things about our new home. We still feel like newcomers even though it is our fourth year here.
Today it is raining again. It has rained for the past couple days. Rain doesn’t bother me at all. It makes things green. But, tonight, as I was walking our dear puppy for his last walk for the day, I was having second thoughts on rain. It is really dark out tonight. I don’t know if it is a new moon, or if the rain clouds are shielding the moon from our view. But, it is dark. So dark, you cannot see the standing water on the roads and sidewalks. Walking out to the street for our walk, it felt like I was stepping onto sponges instead of our front yard. I managed to avoid the running water by our curb, but soon realized it was a loosing battle to avoid all the water.
So, now here I sit, about to go get into some dry jammies and slippers. My feet are soaked and my living room smells like wet dog. I think I really have discovered why they call this the Low country…
Thanks for stopping by, I appreciate you! DAF