Sometimes life gets a little overwhelming and you just want to escape for a few days. I recently had the opportunity to escape the day to day routine and spend a few days alone at Litchfield Beach and Golf Resort. This was the first time I've actually gone on a trip completely alone. I was a little hesitant at first, scared I might get bored, but I truly loved being alone and being on my own time. I got to do what I wanted to do. (Obviously, since I have the luxury of working remotely, I worked during the day.)
I arrived in Litchfield Sunday afternoon. I arrived a little before sunset, so I dropped my things, poured some wine and walked down to the beach. The beach was about a quarter of a mile walk from my room. There are a bunch of properties on the resort including beach houses and condos. My dad purchased his condo in the Summerhouse section earlier this year. He bought it so we can use it as a family. The properties is also available to rent through the resort, so sometimes it can be difficult to snag the condo before it's booked, which is why I planned a mid-week trip. Anyways, the walk to the beach was nice and scenic. There is a walkway that takes you straight there, so you don't have to worry about walking on busy roads.
I arrived to the beach right in time for sunset. The sunset was remarkable! It was also a relatively warm Sunday for October, so I could still enjoy putting my feet in the ocean. I sipped my wine and enjoyed the solitude.
After enjoying the sunset on the beach, I went back to the condo, sipped some more wine and called it a night. I woke up Monday and went for a run on the beach, again enjoying the warm temperatures. However, I was promptly reminded Monday afternoon that it was indeed fall, as thunderstorms rolled in and dropped the temperatures. I hopped on 17 and headed up the Lululemon Outlet in Myrtle Beach to get some retail therapy in. I ended up buying a jacket and scarf because I was FREEZING. I then headed over to the Market Commons where I enjoyed a nice, quiet happy hour/dinner at Co. I have been to the Co here in Charleston and enjoy it; however, I wanted to try the Myrtle Beach Co because I knew they had sushi. The happy hour prices were great and even included some sushi rolls. This was my first time in the Market Common area of Myrtle Beach. It was so cute, far from the touristy Myrtle Beach feel. After dinner, I headed back to Litchfield.
Tuesday was a quiet day. What I really loved about the resort was they had a full Starbucks on site. (Not one of the janky hotel Starbucks that just serves Starbucks coffee, but a legit Starbucks). The Starbucks was just a few steps from the hotel. I also enjoyed swimming laps in the indoor pool. It was a fun change from my normal workout routine. I enjoyed a quiet Tuesday night, enjoying happy hour and dinner at Webster's (the restaurant on site). The food was good, old fashioned Southern food. I am eager to go back in the summer when they have the Tiki Bar outside open.
Overall, my experience was great. I am happy to have this as a place to go and relax when I want to. I love the Litchfield area. It's so peaceful and quiet. It's a great escape from the busy city that Charleston has become. It's only a little over an hour away, so it's a great little getaway.
It's been a little over 24 hours since news broke of the worst mass shooting in US History. Every morning, when I wake up, I lay in bed and do a brief skim of the news of the day, before starting my day. I noticed on Monday morning an alert about a shooting in Vegas. I was half asleep, and paid no mind to it. I then did my daily social media check and saw that not only was there a shooting, there was a mass shooting. Shock, disgust, and how did this happen AGAIN, went through my head. The feeling of being numb to this type of news ran through my body. Hatred filled my mind, because I felt numb to the news. Why, why, why was all I kept asking.
Now let's rewind to the night prior. Sunday night was a somewhat normal night. We had a lazy Sunday. Typically, on Sunday nights, we watch football or something pretty light hearted. Well, as we were skimming the guide, one show caught our attention, Active Shooter: Colorado Movie Theater Shooting (or something like that). What's weird is my husband knows that real crime drama shows cause me intense anxiety and inability to sleep. However, he was intrigued and we both got sucked in. After the show, we started talking about mass shootings. It was a hard conversation to have. The documentary highlighted what everyday people and first responders do in an active shooter situation. We had the conversation of what we would do. All I kept thinking is no matter what, I wouldn't want to be separated from my husband in a situation like that. If I died, I would want him by my side.
Now, all that keeps filling my head is how many people lost their husband, wife, or loved ones and in such a tragic manner. How many husband's and wive's told their significant other to escape only to be gunned down themselves. How many goodbye's that never got said. My heart absolutely breaks.
Last week, was my first week in my new car. Part of the new car package was a Sirius XM radio subscription. I've previously had Sirius and was happy to have it again. Well, during my commute back and forth to the gym on Thursday, Buzz from the Highway was chatting with a woman on the phone who said she was excited to see them at the Route 91 Harvest Music Festival. On Saturday and Sunday, I listened to the live broadcast from the festival. Now, I can't help wondering, what happened to the lady on the phone. Is she okay? She's a stranger, who I've never met, but to hear her excitement for her weekend in Vegas, that now probably has turned into nightmares and anxiety (at best) and at worst injuries or death, breaks my heart.
I keep running through my head, that this could of been me, my husband, my friends, my family. We love country music, we love traveling. I was preparing to ask my husband if we could go to the festival next year. I try not live in the panic and fear the world. But it's hard to feel like you can trust anyone any more. A simple beep of the horn at someone who almost hit you in traffic, can turn into a gun shot. A trip to the grocery store, can end badly. It's scary to see how close to home these shootings have become. The Mother Emanuel shooting was right next door to my office at the time (and I was the last one there late that night). The Fort Lauderdale Airport shooting happened three weeks to the day that we flew in and out of that terminal. I just can't help but live in fear. Anxiety protrudes my mind and makes it hard to sleep. I want to live in a world that mass violence and terrorism aren't a daily occurrence. I want to bring children into a world where they can go to school and my only worry is if someone pushes them in the hallway, not shoots them.
I grieve for the 59 people who went to a concert and never came home. To the people who walked out the door of their house, with kids, pets, and family inside, never to return. I celebrate those who risked everything to ensure a fellow human was safe. I applaud the law enforcement and first responders who responded to the scene and probably still have yet to get more than a hours sleep. To the doctor's who went into auto pilot and just tried to save as many lives as possible knowing that the odds were stacked against them. I celebrate the people who held the hands of strangers so they didn't have to die alone.
These are just my thoughts as I process all that has occurred. An event that occurred thousands of miles away, yet feels like it occurred in my own backyard.
Haley Parler Moore
Charleston resident. Digital Marketer. Crazy Crossfitter. Bulldog Mom. Gamecock fan. Constantly clad in Lululemon.