Today we celebrate the one-year anniversary of when we signed on the
dotted line to purchase our little slice of heaven in the Low Country. I can hardly believe it’s been a year. Recently, I read, the days are long but the
years go by swiftly. Indeed, it seems they
do.
I am learning to love the term “Island Girl.” Sounds so exotic and beachy.
As she was crossing from the beach to the parking lot, and I from the
parking lot to the beach, I struck up a conversation with an established
resident. It was just last month the
weather was sunny and cool. If you know
me you know I seldom meet a stranger.
Percy would be SO proud.
Anyway. I asked her if her time
on the beach was good? Her answer to me
is what I tell lots of friends – It’s a day at the beach! What’s not to love?
That’s exactly how I feel about the beach. A cloudy, rainy, cold day at the beach is
better than a day, well, almost anywhere else.
We continued our conversation and I shared with her that we had recently
purchased a place here.
Ah, she exclaimed, then she said the magic words. You’re an Island Girl now.
And just like that, I got a new “label.” Island Girl.
Has a nice ring to it, don’t cha think?
Just call me, Elizabeth of James.
James Island that is.