Escapade to Charleston, South Carolina

One of my friends highly recommended Charleston, South Carolina as a place that I should visit, so I hopped on a plane and flew over at the first opportunity that I got. Although my family stopped there on a road trip about a decade ago, I didn’t remember too much about the place and had relatively low expectations about what I would see. However, when I landed, I was quite pleasantly surprised by what I saw. I was so enamored by the city of Charleston that I spent a few minutes looking for a house to purchase at a reasonable price. After I found a house that I liked, I checked the price and saw $7.5MM and this brought my housing search to an abrupt close.

The most bizarre part of the trip came when I decided to rent a scooter. I approached the scooter rental counter, handed over my money, and waited for a full orientation of the scooter’s workings and how to navigate without falling. Instead, he said, “go ride in a circle around the parking lot so I can see that you can ride.” I said, “um…HOW??” He responded, “just twist the handle and keep your balance.” Somehow I was able to pass the “ride around the parking lot” test, which qualified me to drive in the street with actual cars driving around me. But first I proceeded to get my helmet. Instead of handing me a helmet, he said, “ok, have fun!” I said, “wait, you forgot to give me a helmet.” He laughed and responded, “you don’t need a helmet—just take these sunglasses.” So you’re telling me that the sunglasses will protect my skull in case I lose control of this scooter?? Ok, cool.

Moped Taking a Break

I took-off down the road driving what felt like 120mph when suddenly a Jeep drove inches behind me and pressed his horn. I looked down and checked my speed, only to see that I was driving 7mph. I sped up to 20mph and hoped that I didn’t lose control and put my supposed “skull protecting sunglasses” to the test. Eventually I became comfortable with maneuvering and I zipped through traffic on the scooter with an engine that sounded like the world’s loudest mosquito.

SYM Scooter

All-in-all, I loved the city and will definitely return. Charleston, you’re amazing…stay that way!

Arthur Ravenel Jr. Bridge
Probably the most beautiful bridge that I’ve ever driven on

Charleston at Night

Stuck Behind a Horse

Parallel Parking Horse
The horse and carriage parked in a parking space and blended-in perfectly.

My Southern Breakfast
I ordered breakfast and they gave me a biscuit. I was confused.

Dessert: My Cayenne Pepper Cookie and Milk
This was my cayenne pepper, chocolate cookie that I willingly ate and enjoyed with a side of milk

My Social Highlight Reel

I use social networks in a way that is atypical of many others in my generation. My Instagram is for posting memorable moments that I’d like to remember and share with friends forever. My Twitter is for capturing and sharing succinct fleeting thoughts that would otherwise fade away forever. My Facebook is an aggregator of all of my public data sources so that people who care can find everything in one place.

Although I am very appreciative of those who feel inclined to do so, I don’t pay too much attention to likes, retweets, favorites, or any other statistic that shows the social acceptance of my content. To me, whether something gets 3 likes or 97 likes, it doesn’t change the significance of the moment for me. Often times, the most important thoughts, ideas and moments aren’t generally accepted…at least initially.

My postings are, by a great measure, a distillation of the happiest and most memorable moments of my life that I’d like to remember forever. Behind every photo of a triumphant moment includes lots of opposition, hard work, and sacrifices, but rather than glorify the challenge, I prefer to highlight the outcome. I’m probably the # 1 visitor to my Instagram– not because I’m a narcissist, but because when I am faced with discouragement, my past victories are a great motivator. By no means should anyone assume that photos of me in a private jet, purchasing a rare pair of sneakers or driving a decent car tell the entire story. Behind each blessing are many days (and sometimes months or years) of challenges.

So, as a reminder to anyone reading my site, visiting my Instagram, browsing my Facebook, scrolling through my Flickr, watching my Vimeo or reading my Twitter, you’re only getting a modicum (haha– funny word, modicum) of the entire picture. What you see is my highlight reel of moments that I choose to make public.

Don’t compare your behind the scenes to someone else’s highlight reel.