A Savannah State of Mind

A Southern vacation is a yearly must in the Johnson household. However, I’m not so sure how that’s going to fare given the current circumstances (COVID-19 Pandemic). Until, we can resume, I’ll just continue to imagine my favorite little city from the confides of my Midwestern home.

Savannah, Georgia has always been a haven for my family and me. A place to gather inspiration, relax and wander. A coastal Georgia city jam packed with history, tradition and a French flare. All in just a 108.8-mile radius. Not to mention, it’s sinister ghost tours, graveyards and the feeling of deep heaviness when you walk their infamous Belgium block and brick streets. Perhaps, their shameful past of slavery and Jim Crow Laws has stained the humid air. Despite it all, I feel at home in Savannah. Connected with my ancestors. The type of connection one seeks for their entire life. Savannah is informative. A place to gather perspective on how the United States really use to look like and how it can still often be. Moreover, my people are celebrated here. Black history, Black art, Black food, Black people. Kind people of all races.

Beautiful portrait in SCAD museum.

The food in Savannah is fresh and savory. You don’t have to sit in an upscale or trendy restaurant to enjoy good food. It’s everywhere. From taco stands and barbecue trucks to breakfast houses and well thought out culinary creations inside of inspired buildouts. One comes to mind; the restaurant called The Grey. An old Greyhound bus station re-modeled into a high-end retro venue. They called it modern Southern eats. I call it genius. Foie & Grits; mostardo, red wine gravy, onions, maldon. I mean…who has every heard? Or tasted?

Foie & Grits by The Grey Savannah

The weather is so good in Savannah. There’s also something about the sun there. Now, it’s not just any type of vitamin D. It’s skin-drenching, soul-clinching humidity wrapped in a prescription dose of vitamin D. This is a black woman’s paradise. I don’t know if it’s the antebellum architecture or the manicured parks. Maybe it’s the oak trees covered in Spanish Moss and the brisk access to Tybee, Island. All I know is the High is 83 degrees in Savannah, today. 44% humidity…

Spanish Moss in Savannah Historic District

So, let’s continue to stay safe during this uncertain time. Nothing’s wrong with the daydreams and the memories. I think we’ll be back very soon.

Sincerely,

Erin M.

Published by Erin M

Wife, Mama, Homeschooler, Aspiring RN & Maternal Health Advocate.

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