my island.

there is a small little piece of land a few miles off the carolina coast. this island's land area is about 5 square miles and to most people it wouldn't seem like much to brag about. there are no cars allowed on this island - it is only accessible by a ferry boat and once on the island, your mode of transportation is a golf cart. there is a grocery store,  two restaurants, two country clubs, a few retail stores, a church, a post office & a beautiful light house.

my family started coming to this island when i was 3. we had just moved from charleston to charlotte and somehow my parents stumbled upon this island. at the time, there wasn't much there. no grocery store, no retail stores, no post office, only one country club.

until last weekend, i hadn't been to this island in over 5 years. i could try & explain to you how great it was to be back but i'd never be able to. this island has been through so much with me & i have been through so much with it. i've watched the island change & grow over the past 20 years but i've never stopped loving it. no matter how many people now know about my little piece of heaven. no matter how many new houses there are and no matter how populated it gets. i will forever cherish this island.

i could go on for days - go on explaining the memories. like how my parents and i took my sister & i  to the top of the light house one weekend and told us they were giving their marriage another shot. like the heartbreak that followed when it didn't work out. or  how i still miss the memories of kissing harrison on east beach that week after graduation. there has been so much - so many families- my parents together, my parents apart, my new step dad & his family, my new step mom & her family, my best friends. my life.

this island is called bald head island. and it is forever mine.