i'm back from a friend's wedding in charleston, that city where i once spent a few good years growing into myself. it was my first weekend there since moving away and everywhere i turned, there was some sweet scene to remember.
that coffeehouse where i wrote papers every sunday afternoon, that restaurant where i turned 21, that first apartment on warren street, that other apartment on the corner where i lived in the attic. that open-late dessert bar good for cake and music, that bench where i was sitting when i knew i was moving to new york, all those faces i loved then and still do. it felt unspeakably good to return.