strange route<\/a>.<\/p>\nI started walking thinking I would just go for a short stroll down King Street, but once I got to the intersection of King Street and George Street, I decided it would be nice to walk all the way down King. \u00a0I had all the time in the world, so there was no reason not to. \u00a0King Street is littered with Starbucks I feel like. \u00a0One of the major benefits of this though is they all have ATT Wifi, which I can use for free since we have AT&T internet back in Atlanta. \u00a0Right around Wentworth Street, I realized my lack of a cell phone and stopped in front of Starbucks, connected to the internet and updated my facebook about my phone being home to make sure that nobody called me about a million dollar check or something like that (because of course, I get so many calls like this).<\/p>\n
Anyways, from there I passed the\u00a0restaurant\u00a0that I had one of my first dinners at when I came to College in August 2008. \u00a0It is the a Greek Grill and Seafood place called Old Towne. \u00a0This is one of the first times I have passed it since it reopened. \u00a0Most of the last year, it has been closed due to a kitchen fire. \u00a0I can still remember going there with my friends Erin Watson and Narzahni Crumbie. \u00a0I remember looking at the bill and thinking to myself that I need to not eat there again or order steak at a\u00a0restaurant\u00a0ever again.<\/p>\n
Following that, with my iPod still playing in my ears, I passed Saks Fifth Avenue\u00a0to see the signs on the front door about the closing sale. \u00a0I really don’t know what to think of that. \u00a0I have never really shopped there (probably partially because that one was only a women’s one to my best knowledge). \u00a0In the past, I’ve always thought of Saks as a sign that your city is thriving. \u00a0Is our loss of our Saks a bad sign for Charleston? \u00a0Not really sure, especially since a new store is filling the space immediately after they leave.<\/p>\n
I continued down the road with my headphones in my ears and a smile on my face. \u00a0At this point of King Street, I always feel like I will never make it to the end. \u00a0Earlier in the year when it was cooler, I went for a run with Ham and one of his friends and thought I was going to die. \u00a0This time I was going at my own pace, so I was fine. \u00a0I passed Queen Street and was reminded of two brunches at Poogan’s where I attempted to chart out my future. \u00a0The whole time on my walk, I felt like I was erasing plans. \u00a0More than anything I thought about the fun I have had recently without really trying to make a plan. \u00a0Sometimes all the plans in the world can’t fix anything. \u00a0I passed the old drugstore on the right side of the road and was reminded of a trip I made there with Narzahni where she asked one of the old women there if there were ghosts there.<\/p>\n
I crossed Broad Street under the shade of several trees covering the sidewalk. \u00a0Despite the brevity of the playlist I had made as I left Berry earlier, I was really enjoying the sounds. \u00a0I crossed to the other side of the sidewalk to try to get some sun and noticed to my left of all of small alleys that were by homes. \u00a0These alleys varied from house to house and have always\u00a0intrigued\u00a0me. \u00a0Most of them are paved in cobblestone. \u00a0I peered down several and had every intention of going down one, but decided not to. \u00a0I finally arrived at the Battery. \u00a0Walking through the shade of the old oak trees lit my face up with a huge smile. \u00a0From under the trees I could see the water and beautiful sailboats. \u00a0I walked to Murray Blvd towards East Battery. \u00a0I gazed into the water and imagined a life where I had not a single care in the world. \u00a0I imagined a life where my day could start early with the New York Times, followed by a ride on a sailboat with friends, a lunch with fresh fruit, a small dinner, a campfire, and a little bit of a good book before bed.<\/p>\n
My thoughts moved towards my future and more than anything, I have come to the conclusion that I don’t really want to plan anymore. \u00a0Planning is great for most people. \u00a0Usually those people include me. \u00a0The more I live my life, the more there seems to be a plan. \u00a0Sometimes we make plans and only later realize that no matter something might not go the way we planned. \u00a0My walk continued up East Battery until it turned into East Bay Street. \u00a0At\u00a0some-point\u00a0before the street changed, I crossed the road by a carriage and checked the ground to see how hot it was. \u00a0I was sad when I realized the ground was too hot to go barefoot (if you aren’t sure if it is too hot, assume it is and don’t take off your shoes). \u00a0Some random guy gave me a strange look for taking off my shoes and then putting them back on, but I continued. \u00a0I walked near a spot with a mix of memories where there is a spot of beach. \u00a0I looked down at it and smiled, but continued on my way.<\/p>\n
I walked by the houses on Rainbow Row and imagined what it would be like to live there. \u00a0Imagine waking up so close to the water with the salty breeze their to wake you up. \u00a0I can’t imagine how good that would feel. \u00a0I imagined what my life would be years down the road. \u00a0What will I learn in the next 5, 10, and 20 years? \u00a0What friends will still be friends then? \u00a0What will be my career? \u00a0Will I be married? \u00a0Will I be happy? \u00a0Will things be the way I expect them. \u00a0By this point, I was headed throw the middle of the Market with my sunglasses on.<\/p>\n
Unlike my map says, from there, I walked through the Charleston Place (didn’t really know how to explain that on Google Map). \u00a0When I left by Louis\u00a0Vuitton (sp?), I passed the greek\u00a0restaurant. \u00a0I crossed the street and walked by Banana Republic. \u00a0Another block later, I found a couple who seemed very confused. \u00a0They were looking for the Apple Store. \u00a0I told them, “Your almost there,” and pointed down the street. \u00a0They were only a couple feet from the intersection of King and Liberty Streets. \u00a0They seemed relieved to know they were getting close. \u00a0By this point, my forehead was drenched with sweat and my sunglasses were off, because the sun had finally started to fade. \u00a0I passed Kickin Chicken, crossed Calhoun Street and made my way back to Berry.<\/p>\n
Through the whole walk I thought about my life. \u00a0My thoughts were about where I am going. \u00a0It is hard to think about it all. \u00a0I stopped and stared into the water early on my walk and really asked myself about Charleston. \u00a0I thought to myself about grad school and about leaving the city. \u00a0I know I am only a junior, but I don’t really want to leave Charleston. \u00a0It really won’t be long before it is my time to walk across the Cistern, take my diploma and ride into the next adventure of life. \u00a0Right now, I’m not really sure what that will be. \u00a0Graduate school? \u00a0A job? \u00a0I really don’t have any answers. \u00a0Thankfully, time is still on my side.<\/p>\n
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