What really jolted me into thinking I had to research something on Charleston, too, was this: My apartment is on the back side of 165 Market overlooking the parking lot. After my family unloaded the U-Haul and I shuffled things around and everybody left and I had had enough, I sank down into a living room chair I had set in the center of the room facing the window…for now. After a moment, I looked up and out the window and saw this:

Perfectly framed…I was stunned. I have always had a thing for towers and here were two. I ran to look out my bedroom window…perfectly framed. Now I knew…this move from St. Charles to Charleston was about more than moving to be near family “at my age.” It was also about me. I still had some work to do…