Archive for ‘Charleston’

May 30, 2015

a love letter to charleston

There’s something about Charleston that makes it stand apart from other cities, and there’s a reason why people are flocking here–no, moving here–in droves.

It could be the charm, or the history, or the food–or maybe it’s the fact that the city is surrounded by water and the most perfect palm trees line the imperfectly perfect cobblestone streets–but there’s other reasons why I fall more and more in love with this city each and every day.

I love the fact that I take the same walk–day after day–yet always manage to discover something new and beautiful. Whether it’s the scent of jasmine in May, a brass pineapple door knocker that stands out against a coral hue, or a rod iron gate that leads to the most lush and vibrant garden, it’s those little things that bring me joy. Those little things that keep me in awe over the fact that I have been so blessed to have lived in this very special place for two whole years.

To most, Charleston is this fantasy land; a storybook city that one can only dream about, yet never have the opportunity to live. To me, it’s a storybook city–and a life that I dreamt about–that I had the privilege of calling home for twenty-six, much too short months.

Before moving to Charleston, my dream was that I’d live in a carriage house downtown; I’d bike to work everyday; Mike and I would sit on our front porch in our rockers and watch the sun set (Riley at our feet); then we’d walk to dinner hand in hand.

I may not have had the exact life that I’d envisioned upon moving here, but my reality was quite special, even still. I’d bring my dog to work, we’d take nightly sunset strolls overlooking the harbor, I paid very little for gas and groceries, I’d go to the beach from April through October and never had to shovel an inch of snow, I lived in a real one bedroom apartment–by myself–and I had a dream job that people in New York would kill for.

All things happen for a reason and there’s a reason why my stint in Charleston has been cut short. There’s also a reason why I’m going back to New York; I’m following my heart… Although there will always be a piece of it in this storybook city.

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April 22, 2015

gone pickin’

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Mike and I have been pumpkin picking several times before, but strawberry picking has always been at the top of my bucket list. Strawberries are tied for first with nectarines as my favorite fruit, so once strawberry season hit here in Charleston, I knew that I had to get out there.

My friend and I headed to two local farms on Johns Island and had two totally different experiences–pouring rain and lots of mud puddles at Ambrose Family Farm and bright sunshine at Bugby Plantation… it’s hard to believe that they were only five minutes apart from one another.

One and a half buckets and $10 later, I have enough strawberries to last me the month. Yay!

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April 19, 2015

long time, no see.

It’s been quite awhile since I’ve posted anything on this little website of mine, and although the months leading up to the big day will be both busy and emotional, I am going to try my best to keep up with this.

Over the years, I have found that posting, writing, and compiling have been some of the greatest stress reliefs and creative outlets for me, so I refuse to give up so easily. The past several months have been a fun and exciting blur and it is my goal to document it all as much as I can, and what better way to do that than by sharing some of my most favorite photos of Charleston in full bloom this spring?

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January 14, 2015

weekend scenes from charleston

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December 19, 2014

weekend recap

I managed to twist Mike’s arm just hard enough in order to get him to make a last minute trip to Charleston between my New York visits. And while New York was experiencing frigid temperatures, the weather down South was picture perfect.

We found time to make a trip to the beach, dine al fresco–not once, but twice, attend several holiday parties, bake cookies eat lots and lots of cookie dough, meet a dear friend–and former S.I. member–for lunch, finalize our save-the-date, and catch up on six episodes of Homeland. I must say that we impressed even ourselves.

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November 10, 2014

a sunday brunch wedding

The Location: Charleston, SC  |  The Date: October 26, 2014
The Ceremony: Washington Square  |  The Reception: 95 Broad Street
The Vibe: Relaxed Charleston Charm

November 5, 2014

a lowcountry field feast

The words “field” and “feast” are rarely used in the same sentence up north, but down south it’s the norm, and I was so excited to experience my very first authentic field feast last weekend.

The mere thought of holding an outdoor-only event gives me agita, but fortunately for us, we could not have asked for a more beautiful evening or setting between the moss-draped live oaks and the picturesque waterways and sunset.

October 2, 2014

weekend recap

As the co-maid of honor in my friend’s wedding this coming November, I hosted her bachelorette weekend at a charming beach house in Folly Beach. Although it was overcast and rainy for much of the weekend, the sun managed to poke through on Sunday during our beach yoga session with Serenity Tree Yoga.

September 15, 2014

week-long recap

The past two weeks have been a whirlwind between the engagement, Mike’s week-long visit, a two-day stint in Hilton Head, and hunting for the perfect venue in New York  from South Carolina.

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September 10, 2014

big news!

It’s hard to believe that eight short years ago, Mike was just the cute boy in my Spanish class who I secretly hoped would be assigned my partner on a class project. Sure enough, as fate would have it–and I do believe it was fate–my Spanish class crush and I were paired up.

Two weeks ago, Mike and my dad went golfing. They had been meaning to play all summer so I didn’t think much of it until friends started buzzing. Post-golf outing, Mike sent a selfie of he and my dad–wearing two of the biggest smiles I had ever seen on either one of them. LIttle did I know what was behind those smiles…

Labor Day Weekend has always been one of my favorite weekends. Not only because it’s a long weekend, but the air is dry, the nights are crisp, and the water is always warm. My parents got married over Labor Day Weekend 36 years ago. Labor Day Weekend is also the reason Mike and I started speaking in the first place. He had overheard me telling a girl in our class that I was flying home for the long weekend–he’s a very good eavesdropper–and he asked me where home was. We soon discovered that my home and his home were nearly 700 miles from Miami’s beautiful campus in Oxford, Ohio; but a mere 50 miles from each other.

Fast forward eight Labor Day Weekends later and after a long dip in the warm Atlantic followed by a stroll hand in hand to one of Charleston’s deserted beaches, Mike got down on one knee and made it official. It was the perfect place and the perfect time, and now Labor Day Weekend will really, forever be my favorite.