Small Town Living in South Carolina

I traveled back to my hometown this past weekend to spend time with friends and family to celebrate Easter.  Let me tell you a little bit about my hometown- it is small, cute and everyone knows everyone. We are home to the cutest darn flower festival you have ever been too and the best cheeseburger you will ever eat (made by my Dad of course)! 

Some friends of mine from high school, Joey and Lindsay, recently bought a house in Greenwood and Bess (who I ran the bridge run with) and I went over there on Friday night to check it out. (which by the way is too cute with a HUGE private backyard- I could NEVER afford this in Charlotte!) We sat on their porch that night, drinking wine out of styrofoam cups (by choice-not that Lindsay doesn't have nice glasses), playing fetch with Finley, thier weimaraner, and catching up on life... It was so relaxing!

(Finley crammed himself into this tiny chair- he desperately wanted to join in the fun)

Since there isn't much to do at home, we were back on Joey and Lindsay's porch on Saturday-once again- gossiping about everyone we know (and don't for that matter) .  We drank cold beer and ate the most delicious brownies-we dont know the recipe because Katie's Grandma made them- and left knowing we had to be at church in the morning.

That is small town southern living at it's best- sitting on the back porch, under the stars (and pollen) with great friends, cold drinks, grandma's brownies, gossiping about where people are and what they are doing and leaving knowing that you will all see other, and the rest of the town, at church in the morning (and yes, we were all at church today in our Easter Sunday best). There is something to be said about growing up in a small town, surrounded by your friends and family, and people who go out of thier way to put a smile on your face.  I miss that life and wonder if I will ever end up back there one day.

I saw this quote about growing up Southern awhile back and it really stuck with me- maybe you can either relate to it... 

"Growing up Southern is a privilege really. It's more than where you're born, it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, college football, beer, and country music.  Its being hospitable, charming, devoted to front porches, magnolias, peach cobbler, deviled eggs, and coca-cola...and each other. We don't become Southern, we're born that way."

xoxo