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As I may have told you, Wilmington NC has always had my heart. It combined many of my loves: friends, seashore, connection. When my arse was doth handed to me on a platter of shame and rage, there was no place I would choose more for my debt-increasing mojo-getting attempt.
historic with a brewing company and a really good shucking shack Salisbury, NC had my attention for a tiny moment. My ex was from there. I remember being worried about my ex because when I finally brought him to Wilmington, I knew his gravitas at being a valedictorian and MIT architect would get him some cache, yet the man was - to me - more boring than mud. I knew him less at the end of my marriage than the beginning. Or was he always the same. These will be questions I'll be ....
So, I got on airbnb and delta and got the needed ways and means. You should have seen me leaving the cat after knowing the trauma of all of it, yet as I said to her "Edith, I know this will suck so much for you, but if I cancelled this trip, I'm not sure I want to think about it." I was cavalier to the added debt and like the insane person I am, I bolted into the morning or night the darkness and used public transit because I was that frugal in a Diet Coke with a snickers bar kind of way.
Upon arrival, buddy and i immediately went towards the CBD classy cargo bar all the way up castle street. My town. My town. All the memories. All the ghosts. He left, and then I was left to my own devices to see "ok, gal pal, you moved mountains and made this happen. why are you here." So, I took a walk. As I do.
The town had planes flying over it regularly. That was new and odd. The downtown area was empty and she couldn't find cheese, bread, nor a tomato. Only limes at the beloved village market which was a CBD shop. My entire downtown had become a perfectville wedding venue. I marched everywhere looking for pockets of things I knew. Finally, I got a Lyft to Baja K-38 which was heaven.
Had I ever wanted to leave Wilmington? I had agreed to do it for money, yet it was always with the assumption we'd end up there.
Now, there's no we. Solely me. I only had about four dozen panic attacks in the town. Nights were always the hardest. Sometimes, I would just get up and go downstairs and watch Midsomer murders. I found two bars and one restaurant downtown that made me happy, and I thought the Waffle House was consistent.
My heart? still buried in that one weird place in candler's wharf under the dirt and bottles. sweetness fallows...
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