Being in Savannah again is kind of like running into an old flame...at first there is a rush of excitement akin to how you had felt then, and you try to rekindle what you once had...but they've changed, you've changed...there is still a vague attraction...but its not the same anymore. Maybe what you had was never quite as good as years of absence made it seem.
Or maybe I'm more prepared to accept it for all of its flaws, and see it for what it is, rather than only what I want it to be. Maybe this time its much more honest?
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When I went back to Savannah a few months ago I was taken back by the number of places that were connected with such important memories to me. It didn't take me long to realize that it was more the circumstances, the time, than the place that helped those important things happen. Here's to important circumstances.
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