…in the words of the wise Ron Swanson himself, “you only have one hometown.” This, I have found is so very true.
I grew up in Murrells Inlet, SC. Most of you already knew this…since most of you readers also hail from MI. But for the rest of you…if you don’t know where Murrells Inlet is…1. I am sad for you and 2. Here’s a map…
And here is what comes up when you type in ‘Murrells Inlet’ on Google Images…
See what I mean about me being sad for you now?
Since graduation, I have been spending a lot of time back home…
Basically this means that I’ve been reacquainting myself with cable TV (The Little Couple is my new favorite show) and sharing a bathroom.
It also means though that I am surrounded by little munchkins (or not so little as my brother turned 15 today) who come and tell me ‘bye’ in the mornings and that I have someone to run errands with. It’s awesome.
Growing up, it didn’t click for me that not everyone lived by the beach…when I was little I actually preferred the pool (no sharks or jelly-fish, you know?). I am embarrassed to say that now, oh so embarrassed!
Now, the thought of moving inland makes me hyperventilate a little.
And even though you can’t get Sushi delivered to your house at midnight or even find somewhere to eat that isn’t T.G.I. Fridays past 9pm, it is still probably my favorite place in the world.
It’s home to the people who love me and old friends, it’s where I learned about life. It’s where life is lived on the water and it’s where I’ve had some of the best times of my life.
And it’s definitely the only place to celebrate the 4th of July.
It’s not the whole world…and to continue growing up I’ve had to move away from its familiar pluff mud and salt smells and expand my worldview. But boy does it feel good to get to the part of 17 where it splits into Business and Bypass. The air is a little sweeter and life is definitely more familiar.
I love you MI, thanks for raising me…
(with some help from mom and dad)