I was in Savannah, GA this past weekend. I vow that this city has a magic to it. I feel like I fit there, as if that's the place that would solve any of that discontentment that settles into my brain from time to time. My puzzle piece. The streets, the buildings, trees, the character that seeps out of every window and door downtown.. the sound of the branches, birds, swoosh of cars going past.. it makes for a gorgeous melody.
Going the weekend before St. Patrick's Day was interesting. Savannah celebrates this holiday beginning weeks in advance. Everything was green - building lights, water fountains, beer. The streets were packed at night with party-goers in their green circus wigs, face paint, hair, shoes. Very cool to experience. Cabs had TWO hour waits, so Saturday night we ended up calling someone we knew to come and give us a quick ride home. Amazing, I tell you.
My hubby and I went childless, which was a huge plus. Don't get me wrong, I love my son more than life and he IS my heart, but as a parent you just need need need these times away. Fortunately, my dear old friend took us into her home for the weekend and we had a fabulous stay. We were about 5 minutes from downtown and stayed gone for most of the trip save for potstickers at 4am, Scattergories on the couch, and a few early morning, hungover bed conversations.
On Saturday, we had waffles and coffee, then drove out to the beach to hang out for a while. It's always therapeutic to see the ocean.
I had a beautiful time.
Also, to my delight, I discovered a band - Dead Confederate. They hail from Athens, GA and have a familiar feel that makes my soul happy, but are original at the same time. I stayed stage-front at The Jinx their entire set. As a matter of fact, as I type this, I am downloading their albums. I am psyched.
There is nothing else in this world like traveling. The new experiences, having no set schedule, and laughing and loving with no cares. I'm so thankful for my weekend of peace.
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