What a fantastic weekend. On Thursday night, driving into Chapel Hill with the windows down, the air was crisp and smelled like fireplaces, which was perfect, since Chapel Hill always makes me think of autumn. It's is one of those places that always feels like home, especially with the set of friends that live there. The long weekend (plus an unexpected extension) was a perfect way to say goodbye to summer: good food, great company, Broken Social Scene, city lights, chocolate croissants, the most perfect vintage dress I've ever found, Chinatown on the big screen, and so, so much more...However, driving back to Charleston this morning gave me this feeling of exhilaration. It was such a gorgeous day and such a peaceful drive that I briefly considered just continuing south, past Charleston, just to see where I ended up.
The drive made me feel like this:
