When thinking of your dream home, where do you see it? We have all, at one time, thought about our dream home, in our dream state, in our dream city. I would have never expected mine to be Savannah, Georgia. It's really hard for me to explain, too! There is not one singular thing that I can pinpoint my reason for falling in love with the history-filled treasure that sits on the coast of The Atlantic Ocean. It is equally rich in stories from the past and the opportunity to create new stories in the future.

Savannah, Georgia was described by a friend as 'irresistible'. The word irresistible doesn't even begin to describe it, my hunger for wanting to see more of the city was quite insatiable and there was no way that the few days that we had to 'explore' were going to cut it. As soon as I stepped onto the cobblestone street from my cousins car, I was hooked.

When driving down many of the well-known streets in Savannah, you can expect to be taken aback by the amazing beautiful view. There were natural canopies made from centuries-old oak trees and Spanish moss, there were civil war era style houses, and the cities squares all offer up something unique and you can't leave without visiting all 21 of them.

Forsyth Park was on the to-do list, as was Mercer House and a walk-through of historical downtown. We had lunch at a cozy little hole in the wall restaurant called FireFly and the food was amazing, we visited a corner-store bookshop that had a tea room and areas for children to play, and we walked through Forsyth Park and listened to the musicians that frequent the walkways. We took every picture opportunity that presented itself and we have a pretty good representation of our mini-vacation.

The reason I am listing all of these things off is because I cannot pinpoint what exactly made me fall in love with the place. Was it the way that you could get your fair share of history, shopping, and beach time done in the span of one day? Or was it the fact that Savannah was the perfect mix of Antebellum and contemporary style? Was it the fact that, and believe this or not, it held the most beautiful cemetery I had ever laid eyes on? Because Bonaventure is a legitimate beautiful cemetery. Or was it the hum you could hear when you really listened? The hum of true, born and bred, Savannahians telling their secrets and stories to people who had never hear them before?

I cannot exactly tell you what it was that pulled away a little piece of me, but it is so strong that I want to pack up all of my things and transfer to Armstrong State. It is so strong that I can see myself living in downtown Savannah one day.

I packed up not only the things I arrived with, but with the memories I made as well. Memories of a very eccentric cab driver named Nate and stories of Lady Chablis and her role in a book and movie that made Savannah even more famous than it already was. Memories of good food and of stories told of the ghosts and rituals that still haunt the cobblestone streets. Memories of wedding parties taking horse drawn carriage rides to Forsyth park for their wedding photos and of little hole-in-the-wall bookstores and restaurants.

I can definitely say that I didn't get to see everything that I wanted to see, but I can also say that I will definitely be frequenting the streets of Savannah, Georgia.

I fell in love with a city, and I cannot wait to get back to it.