We spent some time shopping for beach houses to rent this summer. Kelly’s partial to the Outer Banks but I felt drawn to the beach I knew best as a kid, Garden City, SC. I grew up a lot during those week-long summer stays at my aunt and uncle’s beachhouse. It was one of those homes (much like my grandmother’s) that I came to know quite well year after year, in contrast to the many homes we moved into and out of when I was a kid.
In spite of monster hurricanes it still stands, though it belongs to someone else now. The memories will remain, and one upcoming summer we’ll rent one of the homes just down the block from the one I used to know.