So Charleston...

I thought up this blog for the selfish purpose of staying in a very good, very interesting, very well-written, and very one-sided conversation with everyone I know back home...

The problem with the 'back home' concept is unfortunately it really doesn't mean anything to me anymore...

Even though said place feels a little bit like home, and I sometimes say 'back home' in reference to said place, I have to think that it's no more than a rest stop in search of a real home. I've heard that you have to live in one place for at least 2, maybe 3 years before it really starts to be a home for you... A place where you have set down some roots, and have friends, and are working towards a career and not just a job... and most importantly you have found some really nice person wth an open invitation to bring you golfing at the nice private course in the area...

...the course you know must be really good because you don't see cash registers anywhere... the one where if your phone goes off you will lose the phone...

Charleston has been home to Danelle for long enough that it actually does feel like home for her. And makes it that much harder for her to leave than it is for me...

And why? Well here are the cool things about Charleston that she'll be missing...

There are five major church steeples downtown and no building in the whole of downtown can be built taller than these steeples.

You cannot cut down any tree that's older than 100 years. So even thought Charleston roads do not support the population causing way too much traffic, there's no way they will cut down the trees to make double lanes.

The houses along 'the battery' are THE MOST PAINTED row of houses in the world.... it's a whole lot of really big houses, and yay cool and all... but c'mon what a whole lot of paint.

Laws in Charleston are so out of date... Any game at all involving cards or dice are illegal in South Carolina... this includes monopoly, uno, and yahtzee... You can't buy anything retail Sunday morning before 12, because, silly rabbit, Sundays are for church... It's illegal to have sex any other position than Missionary...

And Folley beach, a great surf spot on the East Coast, which is nothing like the West Coast, but is still a great time...

Thousands of amazing golf courses around here, or Myrtle Beach (50 minutes away), none of which I have golfed unfortunately...

Lucky number Seven is there's a history of flight museum that's set up on an air craft carrier with it's very own submarine and remake vietnam army base on the side...

Ugh! Drivers here... as Boston, as New York, do not let you in... always cut you off... pull out behind you from the merge lane onto the highway and then speeding up essetially cutting you off from merging yourself and forcing you to either stop or go off the road... and speed up if you signal to change lanes on instinct to prevent you from changing. The city worst city planning I've ever seen includes dangerous roads, suicide lanes, ultra-fast speed limits, and very very short merging lanes ending in cement barriers. And alongside the highway every day are countless untowed broken-down cars that nobody does anything about... Equals a ridiculous amount of car accidents every day in this city and the worst drivers in America... according to me... I heard the city actually makes money on car accidents... I wonder...

And biggest of all is warmth... warmth is great... warmth is awesome and I'm all about it... Only problem is that anywhere with warmth means hockey doesn't even make sports highlights down here, there's no outdoor ice, and hockey players probably aren't that cool in highschool.