I’d been in the car for almost fifteen hours now. When I first got on the road, I hadn’t known where I was going. But after driving southbound for a while, I realized that there was only one place I wanted to go. The last place that had ever felt like home.
Charleston, South Carolina.
I’d never actually lived in South Carolina, but my mom was from Charleston and I’d spent time there with Nora when we were on break from school. There was something about the area that immediately drew me in. I couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was because I felt a connection to my mom there, or maybe it was simply because the city was so beautiful, but as soon as I’d arrived there for the first time, I just had this feeling—like it was where I was meant to be. It was comforting and peaceful, and somehow being there put me at ease. Since my mom and I had moved around so much over the years, I’d lived in my fair share of places—Pennsylvania, Ohio, Maryland, Virginia, New York—but none had ever felt like home.
After leaving Steven’s apartment, I’d wandered around the city for a while trying to decide what I was going to do. All I had was my purse, a few toiletries and a change of clothes. I didn’t even have a cell phone anymore. Eventually, I’d hailed a cab to take me upstate to Scarsdale, where my mom and I had lived before she died.
All our stuff, including the old Honda she owned, was sitting in a storage unit there. I could never bring myself to go through it or throw any of it away, so I’d been paying for the storage until I decided what to do with it. Everything from my old life was in that unit. I hadn’t wanted to bring any of it to Steven’s—it never seemed right to have it there. I kept those two parts of my life separate. But now that I’d left my “new life” behind, it was all I had.
My old clothes were still there, and even though they were from when I was a teenager, I would have to make do until I could buy new stuff. I had started to sort through one of my mom’s boxes, but it was too much. As soon as I opened it, the smell of her perfume hit me, opening a floodgate of memories that crashed into me like a freight train. It was amazing how a scent could transport me back in time and make me recall certain moments with absolute clarity. It brought me back to when I was a little girl, watching my mom as she sat at her vanity and got ready for work, dabbing a small amount of perfume on my wrist and my neck, just the way she did it. It made me feel so grown up.
I’d closed the box after I found what I was looking for. I left most of her stuff behind until I actually had a safe place for it, other than the trunk of the car. The only thing I’d wanted to bring with me was a pair of her earrings. They were beautiful, antique diamond drop earrings that had belonged to my grandmother. No matter how tight money was, my mom would never sell them. They had been special to her, and for some reason, I wanted to have them with me.
After loading up the car and saying a silent prayer that the old hunk of junk would still start, I hit the road, ready for a fresh start.
Once I’d decided on a destination, I drove straight through, making only a few stops along the way for food, bathroom breaks and a quick nap at one of the rest areas. I’d also grabbed a paper and thumbed through the classifieds in search of an apartment near Charleston. I knew that Nora was there and I could probably stay with her, but I wanted to do this without anyone’s help or handouts. I never wanted to be dependent on anyone ever again. I needed to know that I could survive on my own.
The only apartment that I could afford was in Folly Beach, just outside Charleston. I called the number and arranged to see it the following morning.
After driving more than four hundred miles on I-95, I was desperate to see anything other than the same two-lane highway lined with trees, advertisements for fireworks and stands offering the area’s famous handmade woven baskets. When I finally turned onto the exit for Charleston, I was full of nervous, excited energy. It wasn’t long before I arrived in the city and saw the familiar cobblestone streets, live oak trees, and historic antebellum houses. It was still fairly early in the morning and the streets were quiet, not yet bustling with cars and crowds. It was like arriving in another time period, one that was enchanting and perfectly simplistic, a seamless blend of past and present.
I crossed the small bridge into Folly Beach and found the address that the woman had given me on the phone. It was a two-story house that sat on the edge of one of the river inlets. There was a small dock on the water and a hammock under the shade of tree. It was paradise.
As I climbed out of the car and stretched my tired limbs, a woman about my age came down the outside stairs from the top floor apartment. Her brown hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and she carried a little blonde girl in her arms.
“Hi! You must be Olivia!” she greeted me happily. “I’m Amy, and this is my daughter, Sadie.”
“It’s so nice to meet you,” I said, smiling and shaking her free hand. “Thank you so much for seeing me on such short notice.”
“It’s no problem at all! We live in the upstairs apartment, so we’re here anyway. You’re also the first person to inquire who isn’t a creepy, middle-aged man,” she laughed. “It’s just the two of us, so I really wanted it to be a woman downstairs. Ready to take a look around?”
The apartment was perfect. It had a bedroom, a small kitchen and dining area, and a living room with glass doors leading to the backyard and a small patio. The lawn sloped down to the shore of the inlet and had a gorgeous view across the fields of marsh. It seemed too good to be true, and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have found this place. I could easily see myself there.
I liked Amy and Sadie immediately. Amy was incredibly friendly, laid-back and easy to talk to. She was a single mother raising a four-year old daughter, so I already had an enormous amount of respect for her. I knew firsthand just how hard it was to be a single parent, but it was obvious that she was a great mom. Sadie was sweet and absolutely adorable. It seemed impossible not to smile around her. Although the two apartments in the house were separate, it would be nice to be around Amy and Sadie, and I hoped that I would get to know them better.
The downstairs apartment was empty, so thankfully I could move in right away. I signed the lease and wrote Amy a check, eager to get settled in. She helped me unload the few bags that I had with me, and after telling me to stop by for a glass of wine sometime, she left me to unpack my things and adjust to my new home.