We’re so excited!

To paraphrase (slightly) the Pointer Sisters:  “We’re so excited!”

There might be some of you out there, you big city people, you New Yorkers, Chicagoans, Parisiennes, and so forth, who might think that we live in a sleepy, little southern town where absolutely nothing happens.

You, my friends, would be wrong.  All kinds of wonderful things happen here.

I want you to take another look at that picture of our street sign and tell me that’s not exciting!

We have been living on a street with no sign for three years.  No visible means of where-ness.

Giving people directions to our house has been a series of: “Look for Y street, don’t turn there.  Continue on to X street but don’t turn there either.  Go two more blocks to the- street-with-no-sign, turn into a parking lot and go through an unmarked gate.  Turn left and then call us because you are, most likely, seriously lost.”

Water Street is an “unclaimed” street.  At least our little section of it is.  Unclaimed by the United States of America, the grand state of South Carolina, the booming county of Beaufort and yes, even by our dear little town of Bluffton.

Until now!

The Mister has been pushing for a street sign all these years and, at long last, we received a letter from our mayor, just a few short days ago, saying:  “You spoke and we listened.”

Marvelously, we’re now official.  We exist.  We’re not just someone’s “state of mind.”

We watched, ever so closely, as a hole was being dug where a street sign might be placed but we dared not hope.  Then boom!  Just like that.  There it was.  Our own identify, our own reality.  Yes, where we live seems mythical some days but it’s good to be grounded.  Known.  Accepted.

On the map.  So to speak.

Well, it probably won’t get that far but now we know where we live.  Our street sign tells us so.