Back to Pawleys, Almost

When I was in my early thirties I joined my Dad’s firm and worked with him for about six or seven years. Our clients were all over the world, but my Dad’s headquarters was in Litchfield Beach, SC. Not the easiest place to travel the world from, but our clients loved it if they had an excuse to come to that office. Even when we had a big office in London, the Brit’s would ask if they could come to SC for meetings.

I was usually on the road at client sights in Canada, the UK, Mexico or any number of other locations. Once in a while I would drive down to to Litchfield and work with my Dad at his office. I was good at making that drive as my parents lived there for 20 years.

Eventually my parents sold their house and my Dad closed his office to retire and moved to the farm. I no longer made that familiar drive. But tomorrow I am doing it again to teach a class at DeBordieu Beach. My Dad would love that I now spend my time teaching people Mah Jongg. He would love all the places I get to visit and all the friends I get to make.

They say you can’t go home again. But it will feel like I’m going home. I have spent my whole childhood life going to Pawley’s for summers. I spent thirties going to work and to visit my family. In my forties I took Carter to go visit her grandparents. Now in my sixties I go for a totally new reason. I still am always going back to Pawleys.