We debated going on a ghost tour in Charleston but weren’t sold by the reviews so we decided to go for a walk at night. It creeped us out.
This night it really dawned on me how upbringing makes a difference.
I’ve walked through the projects by myself at night and Charleston at night was weirder for me. It was so quiet. We didn’t hear a soul stirring. No dogs barking, kids laughing, no sounds of TV. A handful of lights were on but not much else.
We were laughing about how growing up in a big city makes a peaceful night seem scary to us. It was a satisfying walk and the houses are beautiful but I kept flinching when I saw shadows move.
We walked to the end of the Peninsula and back to the King Charles Inn giggling because I was freaked out on the really dark streets. My friend came back from Charleston a month ago and she even said the streets were so empty but then again we’re from the most populated city in America.
We’ll see you again Charleston, there’s no way we can live without your food.