It would also be nice to at least have someone to go with me to keep me entertained and possibly halve the driving duties. Work girlfriend said she'd go if she weren't...you know...the actual girlfriend of someone. So, little good that did me.
Ideally, I'd go back to Forsyth Park and watch the puppies play as I wrote a masterpiece of some kind. The problem is I have no ideas. But going there could produce some.
It could help me with the memoir I'm writing. Maybe taking a walk through the historic district would drum up some long forgotten (or repressed) memories. I like the idea of walking next to those cobblestone roads once again, retracing my steps from when I was greener and impressionable, seeing things now through more experienced eyes.
I need to get away and I need some inspiration. I also need someone to drive me.
I looked through several of the pictures I took while in Savannah and it depressed me. I realized that I missed out on so much and made so many mistakes. I wish I could go back and do it again (don't we all). Sometimes I wish I had never gone in the first place.
|2006. My first day in Savannah. I was very happy.|