I was sixteen going on seventeen when I visited Charleston for the first time. It was rainy and all I can really remember from the trip was huddling under the porch of a mansion with my mom and sisters while Dad went to get the car. The owner came home and said we were welcome to take shelter under his porch, "Just please don't step on my flowers."
I was also a week away from going to the prom with a certain football player named Trevor...my first date ever. And here I am almost ten years later, still in awe of the magic of this place, still giddy to be around this guy who makes me laugh more than anyone I know.
This trip was exactly what we needed - time to breathe, to explore, to be re-engergized and re-inspired. It's nice to be reminded that sometimes all you really need is some new scenery and really, really good French food.