today i drove to where my heart belongs. home of this fella:
and the largest cable-stay bridge east of the mississippi: (alex aren’t you pround i knew the correct term)
charleston. of course, i’m here for work and every second of my trip is scheduled. but just the smell of the salt warms my bones. i remember when i came home from a week on the road, i would roll the windows down and soak in that smell.
but of course it’s not the same charleston. i can’t drive over to my friend’s house for dinner because she’s moved on. and i’m not staying with my roommate extraordinaire uncle thomson. and i don’t have to drive over the dreaded don holt bridge to work. but something about this place. maybe i can make a detour to cupcake. think my boss will notice if i am a few minutes late and on a sugar high?