After years of living in Charleston, I finally moved downtown into a fabulously crooked old house (circa 1850) near Colonial Lake.

I’ve always loved all the crooked houses throughout the peninsula, finding them exuberant with historical character and blushing with nostalgic romance. I like the thought that generations of lives, loves, and tribulations existed within these old walls and walked these same slanted floors.

I’ve done a lot of walking around since I’ve been downtown, and I must say it has changed my perspective of this city, as well as my knowledge and appreciation of it. The best way to experience Charleston is to walk. Period.

With the arrival of shoots of bright green bursting out of the ground, cherry blossoms and blue skies, and the fragrance of freshly bloomed jasmine on my nightly walks, comes a sense of renewal, of seeing things in a new way, especially the truly fascinating, “old” things that I’ve just driven right by until now.

I fell in love with Charleston’s appearance and charm years ago, but these days I’m really getting to know her, and she’s beautiful.

-Olivia Pool- PUBLISHER