I was truly in a different world here. I had read books about the civil war and slavery my entire life but until I moved to Charleston I truly never understood what it meant. The people that live here in this town, are still Southern, they still show and live the scars that were left for them.

But I never go near that dove cote, never, the men the’d come and go, carrying things, all kinds of things into that stone building. And I’d just run, and run and I never hardly wore shoes, not hardly ever. The roads, the ones they were, was dirt. And with the rains, and the tides, ebbing and flowin’. Wasn’t hardly worth me wearing shoes, they’d be full of mud

all the time.

“My dear, Charleston is all about the people that were born and raised here, the homes are just where we live.” Miss Emma said proudly.

2015 Who would have thought.....or here we go again. Yes, and again and again. We just keep going. Getting up day after day. Growing, hopefully for the better. Learning, climbing, grasping. It's a new day, a new Year. Welcome to my adventure.....my new life. In Charleston, Charleston SC