Big, fat, love affair with Savannah

Those of you who have been visiting my blog since the beginning know I have a love affair with Savannah, GA. This may come as a surprise to newer readers because I haven’t visited this Southern destination point since February and my Savannah posts have slipped into the archives……

Dim the lights. Okay, so watching American Idol is a guilty pleasure. Work with me, people.

Who is going home tonight? All right, so now I’m reeeaally stretching credibility here because Savannah’s not home (yet) and I’m not going there tonight (wouldn’t that be the best?!)

But I have plans to return soon.

Friend, photographer and Georgia resident, Jacquelynn Buck, www.jacquelynnbuck.com   recently wrote “You’ll be heading to the muggy South! And yes, it went from zero to gross in about 3.5 seconds the other day. And now it’s staying.” 

For some, this would have been a reality check. A wake-up call. But not for me.

Friend, Savannahian, tour guide and obvious proponent of tough love, Harriet Meyerhoff www.savannahsites.com has tried to do an intervention. “Sara, have you been here during the summer?” she has asked as I rhapsodized over her fair city.

Why do I love Savannah? I can list my reasons but in the end such a list is useless. I am like a woman smitten with a lover– even though friends shake their heads and for my own good try to make me see the light — I JUST DON’T CARE! That’s right, I’m covering my ears now — lalalalalala.

It comes down to this: Savannah is my muse and I am seduced.

The countdown has begun. The plane tickets have been purchased. The deposit on the apartment on Jones Street has been made.

And I’m sounding a little pitchy.

Week after next I’ll be in Savannah. Humid air will caress my skin as I walk into the night outside Savannah/Hilton Head airport. I can’t wait.