I've never been to Charleston, South Carolina, but I've always wanted to go. In pictures and movies and books it looks beautiful and gracious and appropriately slow. Plus, the movie Shag was more than a small force in my adolescence (yes, I know it was set in Myrtle Beach, but still...SC).
So I've always sort of wanted to visit, but the need has never been pressing.
A couple of months ago, though, Mike took a business trip to Charleston and spent the day sending me texts about all the amazing food he was eating. I was jealous.
But now I'm worried that I waited too long and missed the window. Charleston has obviously been invaded by the great washed...the urban masses flocking from NYC and San Francisco and LA. Can the city's character withstand the flood? I don't know - since I've never been there. I do still want to visit, but sentences like these, from a recent Elle Decor article on the city, send chills down my spine:
“Seven years ago my husband, Jonathan, and I told our friends that we were moving to Charleston, and the reply was ‘Why the hell are you doing that?’” says Lulan’s owner, San Francisco transplant and ex-Hanoi resident Eve Blossom. “Now when I tell people in San Francisco where we live, they say, ‘My gosh, I was just there’ or ‘My friends recently moved there from L.A.’ West Coasters have taken notice.”
They say that like it's a good thing.