Ever since I moved to Charleston, any time I mentioned running to anyone, the very first response I got was “oh, are you going to do the bridge run?” Fortunately I have a friend at Clemson who told me about the race before I even moved, so we’d already agreed to run it together and I knew what they were talking about. But I still assumed that their insistence that it’s a really big deal was just Charleston people being proud of Charleston.
Ok, hang on, I’m sorry. I’m getting way ahead of myself here. I haven’t even started the story – I definitely can’t skip all the way to the end.
For some reason I do not understand, I had never had barbecue before I moved to South Carolina. Ok… so I actually do understand it, I’d never had it because I was an exceptionally picky eater as a child and until recently generally avoided meat, but the point remains. I had not ever experienced barbecued food. So as anyone who’s been here would know, South Carolina was a good place to move because their barbecue is amazing.
There’s something weird about visiting a place you’ve essentially never been before, knowing that in just a few weeks you’ll be calling it home. But that’s what I did last weekend, because my job requires me to relocate to a city where I don’t know anyone and that I have only actually been in for a combined total of probably 48 hours or so. It’s a bit scary, but it’s also incredibly exciting.
This weekend had a variety of purposes – chief among them was to find an apartment, which I did with resounding success. But I also wanted to explore the city, see what it has to offer, and get to know the place I’ll soon be living in a bit better.