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Today I'm celebrating Independence Day by having Mexican for dinner and starting a Harry Potter movie marathon.
Six places.
Oh nice, these are getting more vague. heh.
I'm going with places I've been and love. Also, as it happens, these are all places worth revisiting.
• Savannah.
The river, Tybee Beach nearby, Spanish moss hanging from the trees that line the streets, colorful houses and the Pirates' House. And that cottage in the coastal marshlands not terribly far from the city that Rosie's friends own and allowed us to stay at. That place was otherworldly and beyond serene.
• Cape Cod.
Lighthouses and whale watching and weathered wood and the extreme beauty and awe and almost-sadness of the sea. I should've said coastal Massachusetts in general to include Boston, Gloucester, Salem and Plymouth too, as I have fond memories of all of those places.
• Asheville.
Everything I love about major cities, but smaller and safer and more intimate, friendlier too, with beautiful mountains all around. Music fills the air there, raw and unrefined. It's culture without pretension.
• NYC.
Manic, overstimulating, bright and garish, grit and clutter, creation and destruction. It's this mythical beast of a city, looming as you approach it. Although the beast was wounded a decade ago and no longer looks the same, it still knows how to howl, teeth gleaming and claws out. I could never live there, but I love to visit.
• The place you go when reading.
It's always a different place (sometimes even when you reread the same book - it's like Alice going back to Wonderland - it's different this time because you're not the same person you were the first time you went there), but it's in your head, so I'm counting it as one place.
• Home.
[This is a place that cannot be photographed.]
Where all the pieces fit back into place.
I was thinking of putting Philadelphia in the list, but Asheville went in its place as it seems more special. Maybe I take Philly for granted. There's so much I would have missed out on if it wasn't so close.
Six places.
Oh nice, these are getting more vague. heh.
I'm going with places I've been and love. Also, as it happens, these are all places worth revisiting.
• Savannah.
The river, Tybee Beach nearby, Spanish moss hanging from the trees that line the streets, colorful houses and the Pirates' House. And that cottage in the coastal marshlands not terribly far from the city that Rosie's friends own and allowed us to stay at. That place was otherworldly and beyond serene.
• Cape Cod.
Lighthouses and whale watching and weathered wood and the extreme beauty and awe and almost-sadness of the sea. I should've said coastal Massachusetts in general to include Boston, Gloucester, Salem and Plymouth too, as I have fond memories of all of those places.
• Asheville.
Everything I love about major cities, but smaller and safer and more intimate, friendlier too, with beautiful mountains all around. Music fills the air there, raw and unrefined. It's culture without pretension.
• NYC.
Manic, overstimulating, bright and garish, grit and clutter, creation and destruction. It's this mythical beast of a city, looming as you approach it. Although the beast was wounded a decade ago and no longer looks the same, it still knows how to howl, teeth gleaming and claws out. I could never live there, but I love to visit.
• The place you go when reading.
It's always a different place (sometimes even when you reread the same book - it's like Alice going back to Wonderland - it's different this time because you're not the same person you were the first time you went there), but it's in your head, so I'm counting it as one place.
• Home.
[This is a place that cannot be photographed.]
Where all the pieces fit back into place.
I was thinking of putting Philadelphia in the list, but Asheville went in its place as it seems more special. Maybe I take Philly for granted. There's so much I would have missed out on if it wasn't so close.