Georgia (and Sandi) on my mind
Mar 02, 2011
Apr 26, 2011
. I quickly arrived to the house of my former landlords, Kim and Angel. They were kind enough to set up accommodations for me at their house for the night, and we enjoyed catching up on the last two months.
The sole reason why I had to come back to Savannah was to pick up my bird Sandi. She was being watched by my co-worker after being left behind while I went on my journey. I was afraid she wouldn't recognize me, but Sandi quickly grew accustomed to my presence and the car. This was good because I knew we would be spending the next 72 hours together, 36 of them on the road. So, after spending less than 12 hours in Savannah, I was back on the road again. Except this time I had company. My bird Sandi, was now in my back seat, chirping away, as if asking where I had been the last two months. Although she didn't understand it this way, we were finally heading westward, back home to California for good.
I left Caroline and Dan's apartment after getting back to Baltimore on my return flight from the West Coast. Luckily, nothing serious was wrong with my car, except for a dead battery from its lack of use while I was in Europe. So I picked up my belongings and made my way back down the coast, where my journey first commenced, nearly two months ago. I had come around full circle, back to the city I was so ready to depart as quickly as possible. I returned to a moon lit Savannah, the city illuminated by a dim city glow of the downtown dwelling. This small, southern town, where I had spent the last two years, felt oddly familiar, not as if I was returning home, but as if I was coming back to a place that I knew very well. The sites were all too familiar...the arching cable stay Talmadge Bridge, the rising exhaust from the paper mill where I was formerly employed, Vegas-style SCAD signage, the eerie Spanish moss hanging from the Oak trees, were all reminders of the city where I once resided. But this time I around, it was more like I was a repeat tourist, returning to a city of not too distant memory