You will want to visit and get a sense for the community. Greenville culture is going to be like being in a different country, probably.

When I was in Columbia, SC... it was a school year to remember. I moved into an apartment, having burned out my brakes towing my car down there... an angel named George appeared, helped us load everything into the house, and knew a g;uy who would fix my brakes.
Previous apartment owner had dogs... with fleas... you should have seen my feet. THey looked like those pictures in the back of the biology book with the strange parasites from other countries.
Couple of days later, I hear this bang in the back of the house. I wasn't unpacked yet - something must have crashed down. Can't figure it out... get depressed at the idea that I'll find whatever broken thing it is, eventually... and the upstairs neighbor is bangning on my door, am I okay? His gun went off... we found the hole in the ceiling over my bed (my toes).
Next week my car got stolen. Good thing I had my bike, tho' riding in Columbia ain't fun!
Right before Christmas, I wake up and have to convince this guy in my bedroom to put down my sock and leave, and since he hadn't done anything, I didn't have a reason to call the cops.
I should have taken my first visit as a warning - I stayed in a motel and had them move me two times before I was actually in a non-smoking room... but I *was* where I could hear all the action ("Put the gun DOWN!") in the middle of the night. I figure the clerk knew something was up and was trying to protect me...

Columbia's 120 miles from Greenville btw.

And my next bicycling accessory is on it's way........ I've got the UPS tracking number....