I’ve been a ridiculous dreamer/idea maker/unrealistic planner my entire life. I thought that when I escaped the world of waiting tables and started to “figure out my life” the big crazy plans would subside, but in fact they’ve only grown bigger, and actually feel more possible than ever. So when Percy and I started dreaming about our potential new lives in Savannah, I completely 100% fell in love with the idea, and fast. It was like somebody said the word Savannah and we said “YES” in unison.
We instantly booked a trip and started planning our perfect lives down there. A great old house with a yard and a garage, suntans all year round, spanish moss, cobblestone streets, a vintage shop, a design firm, an ice cream shop (to finally make some sense of our name) a bed and breakfast that would rival Ace hotel, complete with a speakeasy style underground bar AND a roof top pool, (because frankly, why not?) and of course, an amazing group of creative (but not too artsy) friends who would invite us over to big dinners under twinkle lights. Savannah! The place where dreams come true and you can wear a dress every single day, which is exactly what I would do, after I went for my morning run and made a fresh smoothie and efficiently responded to emails. I’m telling you I was so excited my stomach ached. This was IT.
I wish I could tell you that we were packing up our things to head down there for good, but it seems that our big dreams may have gotten slightly ahead of us. At least, for now. Instead the dreaming continues, the plan everyday slightly different from what it was the day before. I’m just holding onto those Georgia butterflies that had me so excited and waiting impatiently for Spring.