Well. Greenville, S.C. is just lovely. So lovely that I felt I had to inform Omar about 30 times a day that I, indeed, thought it was lovely. At one overly-excited moment I even shouted out, “It even smells lovely here!”
This makes it the third year that I’ve traveled with Omar for work to our denomination’s meeting and declared that we need to pack it up and move to the host city (Nashville the first year and Louisville last year).
Not really. There is too much holding us here. And we know this is where we need to be, without a doubt. And I don’t know if I could handle a world without ocean and traffic and humid heat.
But rolling green hills and waterfalls through the center of town would be nice.