I am a Lowcountry Blogger
Three posts in one day. This is getting serious
Apparently, my little blog is on the blogroll of the website http://lowcountrybloggers.com . Even though my updating has been sporadic, I made it to that esteemed list. Who knew?
On this note, I do feel that the term “lowcountry” best describes my regional affiliation. I’m not “Southern,” by almost any stretch of the imagination – born in Panama to a Yankee Mother who was born in Chicago and grew up in Idaho, and a Father who was born in Puerto Rico and grew up in New Jersey. Nor can I consider myself a Charlestonian, due in large part to my stated lineage, and also to the fact that I grew up in the unincorporated area of Sangaree, which is outside of Summerville, 30 minutes away from the Holy City.
But I feel I can proudly call myself a “Lowcountryman.” All that’s required to be such, if you are unable to claim the title of Charlestonian, is to have an unreasonable love of not just Charleston (though that is required), but also all the surrounding areas all the way down to Savannah and about halfway to Myrtle Beach.
I realized this fact everytime I bike out on Johns Island, to the beach, or out in the woods in Berkeley County. I especially realize it when I leave the lowcountry. No matter how fantastic a time I may have away from my home, I always feel what can barely be described as elation as I return. This is how I know I don’t deserve the descriptor of “Southerner,” because even an hour and 30 minute drive inland leaves me feeling slightly homesick.
Even with all this said, I definitely am looking forward to leaving my beloved lowcountry, its mild weather, its ocean breezes, its oyster roasts, and its scenic drives. This is due in large part to restlessness on my part; I love travelling. But I look forward even more to returning, better able to appreciate my home.
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