I am lucky enough to call Savannah, Georgia my hometown. True, I wasn't born here (for many Savannahians, you're not truly FROM here if your ancestors weren't living in the city when Madison was president) but I moved here as a kid and lived, loved, and grew up here. I love this city with a passion. Every time I come back I run into people from my past. The hugs and excited cries of, "You're back!!" are the best feeling in the world after a long time away.
The weather was perfect for a quick visit home. Fionn and I strolled through downtown, stopped by my favorite places to eat, and dropped in on some friends. It was great being able to say, "Shannon's back in Georgia!"
As we walked around the familiar streets, it was hard not to be overcome with memories. My first job, the place where I graduated from college, the hotel where Fionn's mom and I sat making bouquets for our wedding. It was a great feeling, and suddenly, it hit me how good it was to be home.
The past few days in our new city have been a blur of errands and cardboard boxes and swiping debit cards. Our work-in-progress apartment doesn't feel like home and we've found ourselves aching for our German life. I can't speak for Fionn, but for me, this weekend helped heal that hurt a little. Being in a place where so many people know me and love me was healing. It re-energized me. Even when it was time to go back to our new city at the end of the weekend, I felt ready to tackle our latest challenges.
Funny how "home" can do that.
Beautiful weather, wonderful people, peaceful walks. It was such a fabulous weekend.
More Savannah to come!