Happiness in South Carolina

I was lucky enough to grow up in a family that values yearly vacations. Our favorite destination, hands down, was always Hilton Head, South Carolina (we're from Ohio, after all).

Post-college, we took less family vacations in favor of weekends at home in Cincy and/or European adventures with our friends. Trips to South Carolina were becoming a thing we "used to do" like roller blading and Super Mario. 

Much like our lives were moving on, so were my parents (weird how time doesn't stand still for them). As they neared retirement, they decided to take the plunge and move permanently to our old summer stopping grounds.

This weekend we made our first trip to our new home. As soon as we arrived, muscle memory kicked in. Everything slowed down. No anxiety. No stress. Just happiness. Everything I remembered it to be. We've moved on. This place hasn't changed. I hope it never does.

                                                   Missing Matt. Somehow surviving.

                                        He told me we have to leave. My face says it all.

                                                          Mom.

                                                My dad doesn't want a dog.

Me and the guys.