Why I Keep Smiling

Everyday when I leave work, from the moment I get in my car until the moment that I slide my key in the door knob and step inside, I smile. I can't help it; I absolutely love this town. As I down India Hook Rd, past the restaraunt I bartend at, past the law firm I clerk at, past the turn that my mom took to drive me to catholic school or my orthodonist, past the restaurant my best friend's parents own, past the icecream palor that sells killer millers, down the drive that goes to the lakehouse, and right up to my townhouse that I share with my best friend of 11 years, I feel at home. Besides past memories, and present fun, here are the top 5 reasons I love this town:

1. Southern Hospitality. Everywhere I go, men open the doors for me. I have been escorted to my car, even in the pouring rain, and I half expected the gentlemen to throw his coat over a puddle so I wouldn't have to step in the water. Neighboors are friendly, and always chatting with each other. Everyone makes conversation (and usually throws in a "bless her heart" every now and then).

2. Radio. The radio stations here play the best music. I guess you will have to take my word on this; or just ask anyone who has lived in the area.

3. Fried pickles and sweet tea. Even this "carpet bagger" can't resist these southern treats. However, unlike most, I can only take them in small servings.

4. Entertainment. The best bars, professional sports teams of every caliber, concerts, shopping, recreational sports, lakes, an amusement park, shows, and best of all- Dave and Busters- a Chuckie Cheese for adults- 21 and older, an arcade surrounded by a bar. Ahhhh, Charlotte.

5. My friends. I went to middle school and high school here for 5 years. My best friends from undergrad moved here after graduation. It feels so good to be so close to them again. Sometimes I get butterflies just driving past the high school, or past places I used to hang out at.

I am so giddy. Tonight, someone asked why I was smiling so much. "I love this place," was my honest response. I'm already prepping my roomate for the day she will have to pry the key from my fingers, and pull me out the door. While my smile may fade as I leave, I really don't see myself frowning before then.