Everybody knew everybody.

When you walked down the street, everybody said, hello, good evening. There was a sense of a community, and that is what has always felt like home to me. And I don't know where to find that anymore. And even though this is still my home and Charleston will always be my home, even where I live now, outside of the city, I don't have that feeling. And so that for me is what home would be.

It would be the smell of fried fish and red rice and just these aromas of seafood, the smell of the pluff mud, the sense of community.

When I think about home, I think about just walking around and somebody yelling, saying hello, or just walking past a porch and hearing someone say good evening to you.