Totally not gloating. (Besides, they were only flurries.) But here's how we spent our first day in Seabrook Island, South Carolina: frolicking with our dog Lola on the beach. She, and we, had a blast.
Life definitely is moving at a different pace for us here, at least so far. The husband ensconced himself in his man cave (it's actually a bright and airy room built over the garage, with the most enormous tv mounted on the wall, a fridge (because walking down the 4 steps that lead to the kitchen is apparently too much for the people who built this house!), its own full bathroom (working in the man cave must lead to sweat, which requires showering), and - best of all - wireless internet) and he works all day from the aerie, with his weird telephone ear bug in place. The dog and I do what the dog and I do at home, except that we don't know where anything is here, so we go on at least one daily jaunt to find stuff - like good grocery stores, the dry cleaners, a Petco. It's very disconcerting not to know where stuff is. And then of course there is the daily insult to my senses as I drive past countless Republican Presidential campaign signs, all for candidates who are, in my view, repellant. Mitt Romney runs tv ads constantly here, because the South Carolina primary is coming soon. Fortunately, I don't watch much tv.
This morning I found a pile of deer poop on the deck next to the pool. I found this very unsettling, since the deck lies up a set of stairs and behind a locked fence. How the deer got up there I have no idea, but I don't think I want to see deer that can do that.
There is absolutely no nightlife here. None. As I was walking Lola around the lake this evening, it was already pitch dark by 630 PM and there wasn't another human soul visible anywhere. This may be a function of its being "off-season," but I am strongly suspecting that people here just don't go out at night. Out here on the island, it's a bit of a haul into downtown Charleston, so over the next two months I'll have to decide if I can handle living in a place where the roads are rolled up as soon as the sun goes down. Not sure about that. Not that I live such a wild nightlifestyle at home! But I could if I wanted to, and here I cannot. That's a good reason to try out a place before taking the plunge into moving there...
There is absolutely no nightlife here. None. As I was walking Lola around the lake this evening, it was already pitch dark by 630 PM and there wasn't another human soul visible anywhere. This may be a function of its being "off-season," but I am strongly suspecting that people here just don't go out at night. Out here on the island, it's a bit of a haul into downtown Charleston, so over the next two months I'll have to decide if I can handle living in a place where the roads are rolled up as soon as the sun goes down. Not sure about that. Not that I live such a wild nightlifestyle at home! But I could if I wanted to, and here I cannot. That's a good reason to try out a place before taking the plunge into moving there...
