At the ripe old age of six months, I was introduced to one of my favorite cities: Savannah, Georgia (and Tybee Island). Of course I don’t particularly remember anything from that first trip, but based on the pictures I loved being bundled up in my December best on the beach.
(Clearly this is not a true “ode”, I’m taking A LOT of artistic license here.)
I’ve spent Christmases, Spring Breaks, summer vacations, and random weekends enjoying what Savannah and Tybee Island have to offer. Why is that, you ask? Savannah is where my maternal grandparents have lived all my life. It is one of the few places I can visit and know I won’t be alone.
But it’s not just the people, it’s the beauty of Savannah as well.
Objectively, Savannah is one of the most beautiful cities in America, particularly it’s Historic Downtown. The architecture almost takes you back in time, as most buildings have been so well preserved. River Street is definitely one of those areas. I love walking down on the cobblestones, provided I’m wearing proper shoes. And now that I have seen much more of the world, going back to the Historic Downtown Savannah reminds me of being in Europe, a continent we all know I love dearly. Also, all of the Spanish moss really speaks to me on a spiritual level.
Don’t even get me started on the simplistic beauty that is the small beach town of Tybee Island. Whether or not the weather is warm enough, every time my family headed down to Savannah, Tybee was not to be missed. Walking up and down the coastline is beautifully relaxing, whether I’m wearing a swimsuit or clutching my sweater tight. My stress level decreases as soon as I see all of those colorful beach houses, nestled as perfectly throughout the island. And while the water is not the purest blue, every time I see it, I am reminded of my family.
And that’s not all.
As I’ve grown older, I’ve become more interested in history, and this city has plenty of it. For the longest time, I never went on one of Savannah’s MANY ghost tours (partly due to being a chicken), but a few years ago I finally woman’d up and went. It. Was. Incredible. Guys, ghosts are real and they are all over Savannah. And now that I am over 21, one of these years you better believe that I will be there in my St. Patrick’s Day best partaking in the legendary events up and down River Street.
As much as I love the city, I’m glad I don’t live there. I could easily overdose and stop appreciating it if there too long. I much prefer Savannah in smaller doses: a quick weekend or a slightly extended vacation. The longest I was ever there was house-sitting for 10 days at my grandparents’ place. Though I have come close to moving there a couple times, something else always presented itself, luring me away.
Now living in Atlanta, I am an easy distance of 3 1/2 hours away, which suits me nicely. I could easily pop over for a day or weekend. And you better believe I was just there this past Thanksgiving – the first one in three years with even a fraction of my family. So while Savannah may never be my permanent place of residence, I know I will always feel at home there.