Oh my, Savannah has stolen my heart. I love it here. Quaint, beautiful and I will even say pristine, without all the pompous bullshit. We’ve only been in the city for three days, yet it feels familiar as if we had been here for months. Or it could be that staying in an actual residential neighborhood, opposed to the French Quarter, has won me over. I do miss a fenced yard, trees and porches.
Savannah has been my renewal part of this journey. Having the sense of normalcy for just three days – has been wonderful and will be hard leave. Sitting on the porch with my coffee and laptop this morning, I’m really taking it all in. Looking through the trees and green foliage, the home across the street brings Eugene and Portland Oregon back too me. Knot Street memories are all around. My little house behind Bridges Café isn’t that far away anymore. It can be anywhere…I just have to look.
I woke this morning to the crisp scent of autumn. The time for change. The time to harvest the fruits of my labor. Whatever that means. Summer can kick one in the gut. As the days are long and hot – stretched to full capacity, so have I been. Stretched and tested. Apparently, I’ve passed because I’m still here with hope, faith and a little girl’s sense of magic.
As I reluctantly pack my things, and put the luggage in the car, I know that I’m ready. Ready for what? Ready to get back to my life, my goals, and my responsibilities. I’ve been draggin’ ass for so long now…I’ve got to catch up! And for this, I’m grateful. Thank you Savannah, thank you little house on 35th and Bernard and thank you, simple, yet lovely, porch.
Good bye porch. Time to order new canvases.