May 17, 2013 by kmwelden
I’m home in Myrtle Beach for the next six weeks, and while some of you may be familiar with the “Dirty Myrtle” from our reputation of dirty beaches, Bike Weeks, and the ever-charming TLC show, Myrtle Manor, it’s actually really nice to be back.
Growing up in a tourist town is tricky. I’m fully aware of just how tacky my hometown is– we have beachwear stores on literally every corner. But this place is also my home… I would be a completely different person if this isn’t where I came from. So it’s okay for me to trash-talk my hometown occasionally (umm, it’s Bike Week right now. The traffic is insane, it’s loud as hell, and old women in leather and bikinis are everywhere. How can I even spin that into something somewhat cool?), but when other people do it, it’s not as okay with me. Growing up here was actually sort of magical. I’ve gone to the same beach access for my whole teenage life, and it’s rare that I get there and one of my best friends isn’t already there (though lately we have been migrating a little bit– our beach is becoming infested with noisy high schoolers. Does that make me sound like a crotchety old person? Good). We drove along Atlantic Avenue and blasted Taking Back Sunday. We rendezvous-ed at Sonic Drive In almost every night, and we always got free food courtesy of my best friend who worked as a car hop there for five years (Strawberry slush with extra strawberries and onion rings. Always, always onion rings).
I don’t know. Maybe everyone looks back on their adolescence with a sort of charmed afterglow, but despite the fact that this place is not technically the greatest place to live, it holds some really special memories for me. And I suppose that makes it sort of magical in and of itself.
Also! My return to Myrtle Beach means I get to go back to my old standby favorite restaurants! Mon Cafe, El Cerro, Miyabi, Jimmyz….. I’m coming home! It’s also just very nice to be sitting in an air-conditioned home (goodbye, living with no AC! I won’t miss you!) beside my boyfriend and blogging while he plays Assassin’s Creed and leisurely deciding when I want to leave for the beach. Though it will take twice the amount of time to get there due to wretched Bike Week traffic. You win some, you lose some.