Adventures in Magical Lands: City Magic
It wasn’t the familiar sights or the Spanish moss dangling from the live oaks that had my heart racing as I revisited the streets of Savannah; although, their mysterious beauty always had a way of doing that. Savannah had been my home, not for long, two years, but a home is still a home. Now, strolling down the streets I’d come to know, after spending two years away from the Hostess City of the South in The Big Apple, Savannah felt the same; the way a memory of past love does. I still felt the city magic.
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I spent the past few weeks considering how I wanted to address this year’s birthday post. I take pride in reflecting on where I’ve been, where I am, and where I want to be. I re-read last year’s birthday post and I remembered exactly where I was and how I felt when I wrote it. If you’d told me this time last year, all of the places I would go, all of the people I would meet, and all of the momentous moments that would happen, I would’ve never believed you. I considered writing about all of the special moments and occurrences in my 27th year, but the posts in this blog…
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