A Love Letter from Abbie Pribble

Abbie:

Let me paint a picture for you:

It’s the summer after my freshman year of college at ECU.  My crazy 19 year old self batted my eyes at daddy so I could use all of his airline miles to visit the best big brother ever in his new city for the 4th of July.  Michael has always taken care of me and always thought I was the best thing since sliced bread. I don’t blame him… I’m a pretty cool little sister—just kidding. Anyway, it’s safe to say we are pretty darn close. We were excited to get to spend time together as siblings AND friends, just the two of us. 

So, my dad had to give me step-by-step directions on how to fly on my own. I followed them to a T, changed planes, and finally arrived at CHS! Do you ever have those random moments that you look back on and you can remember every detail? That’s how I feel about this trip. As we drove away from North Charleston and towards Mount Pleasant, I couldn’t help but point out the awful smell. Michael replied, “Oh yeah… I farted. Just kidding…that’s the marsh. It always smells like that. You’ll get used to it.” Great… this sounds wonderful. “But if you look that way, you can see the bridge.” Super cheesy, I know, but it was a good moment.

Abbie and her brother Michael

Abbie and her brother Michael

We spent the week doing touristy Charleston things. We took a carriage ride through downtown. We took a ferry ride out to Ft. Sumter. We went to a Charleston Riverdogs game. We went to the beach on Sullivan’s Island. We took lawn chairs out one night and just sat on the Battery. We bought a book, waited until dark, and did a self-guided ghost tour of the city. I had so much fun exploring the city and just being friends with my brother.  

Then it came time to leave… I was dreading this. I just had one of the best and most memorable weeks of my life and now I was going back home. Not ideal. He hugged me goodbye and I started crying. I couldn’t let go. I fell in love with the smells (except for the marsh), the trees, the food, the activities, the lifestyle, and charm of this town. I decided right then and there that I would get to call Charleston home one day, too. 

As I was preparing this letter, I realized that we didn’t take any pictures of us that week for our mother. I’m sure that made her mad. But since that trip, I have made countless visits and spent some more memorable days with my brother and his growing group of friends and I have made sure to take a picture every time. Many more July 4ths, birthdays, Spring Breaks, holidays, and even a wedding have been great excuses to go back to my favorite city. 

Abbie with her dog-niece Dori

Abbie with her dog-niece Dori

Fast forward 6 years:

Michael is married to beautiful Janeen, they have two dogs and the most thought-out, perfect garden you could dream of. I have been teaching kindergarten in northern Virginia for 3 years and I’m ready to make a change. I finally decided that it’s time. I’m moving in a week and a half. It’s really happening. Closing on a condo today (thanks Emily!) and nailed down a job at Memminger Elementary teaching 1st grade.  Pieces are falling into place for my new life that I’ve wanted for so long. This is about my love for the South and my love for this city, but mostly about my love for my family. I can’t wait to see how this new life plays out. 

Abbie, Janeen. and Michael

Abbie, Janeen. and Michael