When I moved back to Charleston a few years ago, I knew I'd run into people that I hadn't seen in a while. Sometimes that is really fun, yet other times it is just plain awkward. There have been times when I can't remember how I know someone: growing up, high school, college, Columbia, mutual friend, etc?
When I moved from James Island to Mt. Pleasant last week, I knew this would increase my chance of bumping into "once known, now strangers." It happened last night. I was walking out of my neighborhood as the start of my run and I heard, "Elizabeth Ann! It's me, Kendall!"
We were both exercising and so it was a brief convo, but turns out we live in the same neighborhood. The last time I remember seeing him, we were in Pirate's Cove in Myrtle Beach; crazy. (Also crazy that Pirate's Cove has a website.)
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