I have this idea that a life more perfect would exist in Savannah, Georgia. I know that this is not realistic. That life is just as crazy and weird there as it is anywhere. Nevertheless, Savannah is the place of my dreams. It is where all my fantasies take place.
I imagine taking strolls through the historic district wearing light, summery dresses while sipping sweet tea. Things just move slower. More genteel. Shops are light and breezy, with a fluid stream of people that are interesting and not hurried. Slow and steady seems to be the philosophy of the Savannah in my dreams. A life pace that I have yet to emulate.
Here in the Northeast we move fast. You have to if you want to be warm! Everything seems to be now or never. We even schedule time to stop and smell the roses. And I am the biggest culprit. Always feeling that life is something I need to accomplish. Striving, seems to rule the day. Maybe it’s because sun and warmth are such precious gifts here that we feel the need to pack everything into one sunny day. A picnic, followed by a barbecue which was all preceded by a day of lawn work and painting. Days off are packed with chores and errands and a squeak of social time.
I’m sure the same can be said for all of America. We are a culture that lives to work. We are always looking for faster, bigger and better. But for Savannah this seems to not be true. Time has just stood still. Traditions are maintained. Decorum is a priority. And lingering is a philosophy. Time just oozes by in the sultry, tepid town.
In my mind it is a warm, sunny place, filled with beautiful architecture of the past. Fragrant flowers abound, intoxicating smells from delicious kitchens and a salty sea breeze pass by your nose on my stroll through town. Outdoor cafes, beautiful shop windows and luxuriously long conversations are just part of the deal.
Maybe this is not the truth. Maybe they are just as driven, stressed and fast as the North. But somehow I doubt it. And if you know for a fact that my Savannah fantasies are wrong…keep it to yourself. I’m holding on to the scene I see in my dreams until I visit its reality.
So where do you go in your dreams? What place holds your fantasies captive?
Forsyth Park and River Street dreams y’all!