So Long, Savannah, Bye-Bee to Tybee: Week 7

Hello from our final day in Tybee Island. Morgan and I have spent our final week taking care of last experiences and tying up loose ends, including getting a drink at the final dive bar of all of south Tybee’s offerings (The Wind Rose Cafe – great fries, better beer prices). After our brief parent visit interlude, things mostly returned to normal for us here, or as normal as things will get when you’re packing up your life every 30 days or less. This time next week, we’ll be in the Big Easy, swapping hoodoo for voodoo, the British for the French, and Jell-O shots for hurricanes.

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Vibey in Tybee: Week 3

Greetings from sunny Tybee Island, Georgia, located just east of Savannah. For the fourth time in as many weeks, we woke up today in a different place than the previous Monday. I’ve considered instituting one of those systems that musicians and performers use, where they prominently display the name of the city just off-stage so they don’t accidentally say the wrong place when greeting the crowd.

Thankfully, the furious pace of travel will, for now, slow down a bit. We’ll be here in Tybee until Thanksgiving, 34 days in total. Looking back, it’s pretty obvious we had very little idea what we were doing in planning this when we started. While 10 days is certainly enough time to get a feel of somewhere, it can feel somewhat frantic when it only includes one weekend. Essentially, everything Morgan and I want to do together that can’t be done after work needs to be fit into two days. That’s potentially doable in a town the size of Helen, but we could have killed ourselves trying to see everything in Charleston and the surrounding area in that time.

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