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Postcards from Far Away…

Song of the Moment: Postcards from Far Away by Coldplay

So I chose this particular song as a the tile for this post because this song has been on my mind since right before I left to go on vacation. It’s not one of their well known songs and it doesn’t have any lyrics. It’s basically just a piano rift. But it’s sort of a thought provoking song. And the title obviously hints at travel.

So I recent did a stint working for the post office. I would still be there if it weren’t for the fact that my car was sustaining hundreds of dollars worth of damage while I delivered mail. Anyway, while I was there, I saw postcards from foreign lands. I was pretty fascinated because of my lack time spent abroad. But the lady who trained me told me about how she used to send herself postcards while she was on vacation to see if they would beat her home. And that gave me an idea.

Postcards are obviously inexpensive souvenirs and require nothing more than a simple postage stamp to be put through the mail. So during my brief stay in Savannah, I decided to get nothing more than postcard as a token of my stay there. And today, I just sent home one from here in Apalachicola.

And then another thought occurred to me. I just turned 20, which is the start of one of the craziest decades in my life. And as someone who hopes to do plenty of traveling in her 20s, I got the idea of collecting postcards from the places that I visit and making a collage, finishing by the time my 30th birthday rolls around.

I haven’t done a lot of traveling in my life. The only time I’ve been out of the U.S is to go to Canada. And the Gulf of Mexico is the only other major body of water that I’ve been in besides the Atlantic. So I’m feeling pretty ambitious about setting fourth into new territory in the next 10 years.

My good friend Kayla and I are hoping to see a little bit of Europe together after college. But with my school being where it is, I’m also in a good position to easily drive to points westward. And of course a trip to the Pacific is a must.

Day 1: Savannah

So I’ve just arrived in the panhandle of Florida. But since 24 hours ago, I was in Savannah, I’ll go ahead and talk about my brief stay and my experience.

So we arrived yesterday afternoon after 8 hours of driving through both sun and storms. Needless to say, our entrance was pretty grand.

Before Savannah, I had never stepped foot in Georgia before so I was excited to finally add it to the east coast states that I’ve been to.

First impression: hot. When I first got out of the car, I felt like I was stepping into a sauna. My phone told me the temperature was 97° but factor in the heat index and the temperature was around 111°.

But our hotel was right in the middle of the historic district so we were within walking distance of all the action.

View outside our hotel room

As soon as we were mostly settled, I headed out to do a little exploration. I ran across the road to a park-ish area that I had seen on the way in and saw a snippet of what was to come.

A sign explaining some of the Civil War history that occurred in the city

Unfortunately the storms hit soon after so I was forced back into the hotel room, at least until my family and I got hungry and decided to brave the rain.

We headed down to River Street in order to find a decent place to eat. But we were a little confused on how to get there or what we should be looking for.

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But we were pleasantly surprised at what the dark alleyways lead to.

View from River Street

It was really cool. The fact that there were cobblestones and bricks made me feel like I was in Europe. I had seen city streets like this in movies but I never thought I would see anything like it in real life. Seeing this view made me excited to be in Savannah.

Anyway, after a delicious dinner, we were able to walk back to our hotel, but not before snapping a picture of one of the numerous fountains that are found in the city.

Fountain and sign detailing a piece of history.

The next day, we were set to see more of the city via trolley. And my love for Savannah grew.

I was sad that we couldn’t stay the entire day or even the rest of the weekend. But as far as stopovers go, this one was really worth 8 hours of travel. And I’m glad that we were able to see at least some of the city. And of course I couldn’t leave without asking my stepmom to take my picture.


But I will definitely go back at some point. And if you haven’t been to Savannah, you’re missing out.