For almost 22 years, I’ve lived in the same Old South port city, full of crumbling mortar and the sulfuric smell of pluff mud. Charleston, South Carolina once competed with New York City for supremacy as THE wealthiest city in the United States. If The South had won the War of Northern Aggression (or The Recent Unpleasantness, as some Southerners are fond of labeling our Civil War), the map of the United States might look very different today.
Thank God The South lost, for many reasons. I suspect Charleston wouldn’t have been named Conde Nast’s Best City in the World otherwise.
I don’t spend a lot of time discussing my adopted hometown, the place I’ve lived longer than anywhere else, because so many others do it better than me. They genuflect at its altar with terms like ‘paradise’ and ‘heaven’ and ‘better than anywhere on earth.’ I have a hard time agreeing, maybe because I’ve lived here too long. Seen too much. Know all the sides. At this point, Charleston makes me………..tired.
Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon an outing that made this disillusioned local feel like she was living in paradise, that made her re-appreciate the city that welcomed her, developed her and yes, sometimes smothered her.
If you’ve ever thought about traveling to Charleston, South Carolina for a long weekend (and that’s the most I’d recommend, unless you love golf or the beach) or you like exploring other places vicariously through blogs, this is the series for you.
Have you ever given people advice about what to do in your hometown? Share where you live and your best tip in a comment today.