Day five began with tossing all my junk into my little suitcase and getting ready to go to the airport–but not before I ran by this little boutique I love to visit when I’m home called ArtWare. I’d stopped by earlier in my visit and bought some delicious goodies, but had passed up this amazing conch ring. It was totally impractical so I didn’t buy it at the time, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I still have no idea where I’ll wear it, but I love it, and I’m glad I went back.
Mom and I also went to lunch one more time for a final meal of shrimp ‘n grits, banana pudding (again), and Coca-Colas in sweaty glasses. I’m still thinking about the shrimp ‘n grits. I think about them a lot, actually.
After lunch we made another quick stop at HarbourTowne, the quintessential Island attraction, where I spent much of my babyhood and childhood. We walked past the big oak tree where Greg Russell sings in the summertime for the tourists and the statue of the boy reading (whose lap I used to climb up into and try to read along with) and the lighthouse and Granddad‘s boats. It was crazy hot so I wasn’t too keen on spending much time, but it was nice to stroll for a quick minute.
Once we left the harbour, on our way to the airport, we drove past Grandma and Granddad’s old house. I’ve only driven past it one other time since they moved permanently to Florida and both times have been oddly surreal. Growing up, we went there every Sunday for dinner and I’d pop by frequently after school during the week–but now those memories seem worlds away. Like a dream.The house is so familiar and yet it seems like I never knew it.
After memory lane, we finally pointed the car toward the airport and within a few hours I arrived back in Utah, to a state exploding with fireworks in celebration of Pioneer Day, and real life.
It’s still boggling to think it was a full year ago that I was there, living and working. Where does the time go? Honestly. I sit here in my dark room shaking my head trying to remember. Sometimes I just really want to call a time out. But you can’t, can you? Not really.
You just have to keep going. Keep moving. Taking a weekend here or there to remember.