Ever since I moved away from Charleston, I’ve had such a hard time finding ‘my place’. A place where I can go and get that homey feeling that I get when I go to my parents house. A place that I felt was built just for me. When I was living in Charleston, so many places felt like home to me: most coffee shops, small restaurants, the beach, and even the streets. As I began my transition from a laid back to an up-beat lifestyle, it was hard to find a place that still gave me the calming sense that I felt at all of the places I went to in Charleston. After the Panthers lost the Superbowl, I felt extremely drained that Monday morning. I had driven back from Columbia early and everyone I knew was upset. It was a beautiful day outside, but there was a cloud hanging over the entire city. One of my morning appointments cancelled, so I headed over to a little place called The Gallery… and that my friends, is when I found my place.
Molten Lava cake + vanilla ice cream — to die for!
Lovin’ on this book right now (Bought at Anthropologie)
