Home, Sweet Home

Okay, so you know I’ve been deep in revisions and writing about Savannah. What I haven’t mentioned, call me cautious, call me superstitious, is that we’ve also been closing on a house in (drum roll please) Savannah. It’s about time, right? I mean, you’ve been reading my little valentines to the historic district for a while now. We’re there a lot, so we needed a permanent place to plug-in my laptop and feather our nest. A home that looks out over the treetops I love, preferably a historic home, preferably on a cool street – and by cool I mean:

Live oaks, crepe myrtle, magnolia trees, and history! Oh, and that thing about a historic home? Will 1799 do? It does it for us. 

Here’s our new front door. And that sign? It now reads: SOLD

We now have the perfect reason to take a trip home. And we’ve already bought the tickets.