It has been several years since I have been to the Seaview Inn. And I miss it! When I first met my husband, he took me to Pawley's Island for the first time (1985). You talk about love -LUV! With him and the island. We married, moved to Atlanta and I was a busy Realtor with two small children and an invalid mom. By the time we revisited Pawley's (almost annually) I would be half dead and wound up like a rubber band. After 24 hours at the Seaview I felt like I might live. The stress would melt away as we approached Pawley's Island--I could literally feel it! No phones (heaven for a Realtor who is like a fireman--always on call), no TV (that includes ballgames, the news and all the mayhem brain overload junk), or neighbors. When you stay at the Seaview, you can talk to people in the wonderful living area (and I have met some colorful characters who are regular guests) or be left alone to read or dream. I actually heard that one family's patriarch died on the front porch rocking in a chair. What a way to go!! The southern food suits me fine and at least it is not out of a box. Those sweet ladies that prepare it would not dream of that! It is a magical place with breezes and sunsets that will take your breath away. Now I live in Myrtle Beach, S. C. I intentionally chose a doctor that I see once a month in Pawley's Island which forces me to visit regularly. I don't live far enough away to spend the night but , who knows, I might just check in anyway for a weekend. There is no way to explain the Seaview. Some people will never understand its appeal. Good. Maybe they won't come back and overcrowd the place. There are no unhappy people there and therefore this is no place for them anyway. People who really "get it" will never forget summers spent there. Almost undescribable. To lie in those beds with the breeze waving over you as you nap is as near heaven as you can get.
