And I'm feeling pretty darn okay with that! Seriously, don't you always feel tempted, compelled to buy something 'to remind' you of your vacation? And in a place like Charleston, South Carolina where there is plenty to buy (I'm talking to you, seagrass baskets), temptation lurks everywhere. Boutiques, the City Market, national monuments and plantation gift shops -- there are ample opportunities to bring home a souvenir. But this trip, for me, was not about bringing back stuff. It was about seeing, eating and rinsing sand off of my feet. I have a camera full of pastel-colored visions, a belly full of fried green tomatoes (oh dear God), and the freckles on my nose as a reminder of all that we experienced and loved about our spring break excursion. That's really all I need. And I never even got around to mailing the postcards. (Sorry, peeps!)
Don't get me wrong. I do love some items that I've bought during my travels that remind me of where I've been, and I do love supporting local artisans. (Note: we did support a lot of local restaurants.) But it was freeing to resist the call of consumerism. To be able to sail past those market tables and not give in, boo-yah. We really have all we need right now (well, except a house of our own, but that's whole 'nother story). I'm not looking to buy something for the sake of buying something just to create more clutter in my life. You?
As an aside, Charleston was awesome. It had everything: history, beauty, food, sun. Highly recommend.