Here's the front of the house
The dining room
The livingroom
Playroom
Kitchen
Spare room/ home office
Danny's room
Master Bedroom
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Pictures of our possible new house
The dining room
Playroom
Kitchen
Spare room/ home office
Danny's room
Master Bedroom
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
What I love about Savannah
Please excuse the quality, these pictures were all taken on my cell phone spontaneously, whenever the mood stuck me to take a picture.
The title says it all really. Here are some of my favorite spots around Savannah:
Historic District of Savannah, GA
Historic District of Savannah, GA
Historic District of Savannah, GA
Saint Patrick's Day Festival in Savannah, GA. One of the largest St. Pattys Day celebrations in America!
St Patty's Day in Savannah, GA
The best part, going to one of my favorite bars in Savannah, and one of the most popular, Baystreet blues, to end the night with a few more drinks, friends and other locals.
Carnival in Savannah, GA
Saint Patrick's Day Festival in Savannah, GA. One of the largest St. Pattys Day celebrations in America!
St Patty's Day in Savannah, GA
The best part, going to one of my favorite bars in Savannah, and one of the most popular, Baystreet blues, to end the night with a few more drinks, friends and other locals.
Carnival in Savannah, GA
Where else but the south, will I see signs like this?
Botanical Gardens in Savannah, GA
Botanical Gardens in Savannah, GA
Whitefield Square in Savannah, GA
Bonaventure Cemetery, located in Savannah GA
Botanical Gardens in Savannah, GA
Whitefield Square in Savannah, GA
And where else can you go on an authentic ghost tour, that doubles as a pub crawl?
Even the tour guide gets drunk....
(Wonder how much that job pays)
Bonaventure Cemetery, located in Savannah, GA
Bonaventure Cemetery, located in Savannah GA
Up to this point...
Backgrounds tend to be boring, no matter how interesting mine might be to me, I doubt you want to hear me ramble about the past unless if presents relevant information about today. So I'll just give you a short back story in conjunction with my ranting.
We received PCS orders to move from Savannah, to Hampton roads (or more notable for our non-geography experts, the Virginia Beach area). If you haven't been to either, I'll provide a quick comparison for you. Imagine the difference between Designer cloths, and the wanna-be knock offs at your local flea market. I have just summed up the differences in the 2 cities. While Savannah is a gorgeous southern city, with swaying palms and sweet smiles everywhere you turn, Hampton is a wet, gray shaded, dreary place, with impatient people, who markets itself as a beachy tourist spot for 3 months out of the year. On the other 9 months, you are welcome to search the oodles of strip malls for merchandise you probably don't need, that is if you have the money with today's current economical difficulties. I personally don't.
Speaking of the economy, not only are our main sources of entertainment shopping, the cost of living is higher here, although our paycheck isn't. One of the drawbacks of being in the military; your pay isn't on par with your community, it's on par with the country. So while that would be a great thing in say... Alabama, bum fruck no where, take that same paycheck to Hawaii or New York to live, and see how far it gets you.
Now for the supposed good news: I'm 3 hours away from family. After having to stay with various family members over the past 6 weeks while we close on our house, I'm not sure if I can count that as a good thing. It also sucks because my adventurous love of all things new, is not being satisfied. I grew up 3 hours away from here, the culture is old news to me.
Now my family is going on about how great it is that I am so close now, how much easier it will be to come see me. I can attest from many years of living with these people, the correct translation is "Now YOU can come see us, and no longer use distance as an excuse for not visiting for 3 consecutive years". If you would like affirmation of this translation; my mother offered to come help me move in my new home. She then changed it to, coming to see me for the weekend. She is now, not coming at all, with no apology implied. In her defense, she did offer to come up after Christmas.
I wish I could say, I knew it was coming (because I did), so it doesn't hurt as bad (but it does). I don't know what road to take with her at this moment. I have a part of me who says "you know what, take your after Christmas visiting ass, and go somewhere else because I DON'T NEED YOU. I haven't needed, wanted, nor asked for any help or support, be it physical or physiological since I can remember, why change things now". Then the other part of me wants to cry and beat myself up for allowing myself to be disappointed yet again, when logically, I already knew what to expect.
No matter how sick, sad, or in need I am, I rarely can depend on my family. Good thing I have awesome friends. Even with the distance, I rarely can't count on them to be there for me, even when I don't reach out for support. I guess that's karma's way of evening things out. Plus it affirms that I am not a difficult person to get along with. My family is just self-centered, which makes them difficult to get along with . And why shouldn't they be, it's the way they were raised by their parents. Although the difference between them, and me (and my brother, so it's not just me) is, they demanded support, cried when it wasn't there, and stamped their feet till it arrived. They think Jeff and I are self sufficient, to proud to ask for help, and honestly... that isn't true in my case. I do try to be self sufficient, but I also ask for help from friends when I need it. I just make it my main goal in life, to not make myself as miserable as they are. So, if I don't ask for support from them, I can't be hurt when I don't get it. Simple enough really.
The problem is, even though I don't ask for help, sometimes it is offered by family members, with good intentions, but absolutely no follow through. It sets me up for disappointment. If you could be in my head, you would feel me cringe inside when help or nice deeds are offered. You would hear my reasoning going on, "Don't fall for it Cindy, you know it isn't going to "really" happen. You're setting yourself up for future disappointment if you believe this, yet again".
All you would see on the outside, is an awkward smile and a tight voice squeaking out "Okay". In time, they keep confirming the plans, settling the details. It's hard not to let yourself be lulled into a sense of false belief, when you are "playing along" to spare the drama. I wish I could say, on the spot, exactly what I'm thinking, and I have sometimes. "Please, just leave it alone, because we both know it isn't going to happen. Don't set me up for disappointment again, please". On the few occasion I did voice this, I was met with anger, of course. Who wants to be told they're not dependable, even if it is true, especially while they're trying to be nice.
Ahhhhh, the joys of being back with family....
At least we're in a hotel room 3 hours away now. That's my one thing to be thankful about for today. Cross your fingers that tomorrow, my appreciation exercise will include a blip about being grateful that I finally closed on my house!
We received PCS orders to move from Savannah, to Hampton roads (or more notable for our non-geography experts, the Virginia Beach area). If you haven't been to either, I'll provide a quick comparison for you. Imagine the difference between Designer cloths, and the wanna-be knock offs at your local flea market. I have just summed up the differences in the 2 cities. While Savannah is a gorgeous southern city, with swaying palms and sweet smiles everywhere you turn, Hampton is a wet, gray shaded, dreary place, with impatient people, who markets itself as a beachy tourist spot for 3 months out of the year. On the other 9 months, you are welcome to search the oodles of strip malls for merchandise you probably don't need, that is if you have the money with today's current economical difficulties. I personally don't.
Speaking of the economy, not only are our main sources of entertainment shopping, the cost of living is higher here, although our paycheck isn't. One of the drawbacks of being in the military; your pay isn't on par with your community, it's on par with the country. So while that would be a great thing in say... Alabama, bum fruck no where, take that same paycheck to Hawaii or New York to live, and see how far it gets you.
Now for the supposed good news: I'm 3 hours away from family. After having to stay with various family members over the past 6 weeks while we close on our house, I'm not sure if I can count that as a good thing. It also sucks because my adventurous love of all things new, is not being satisfied. I grew up 3 hours away from here, the culture is old news to me.
Now my family is going on about how great it is that I am so close now, how much easier it will be to come see me. I can attest from many years of living with these people, the correct translation is "Now YOU can come see us, and no longer use distance as an excuse for not visiting for 3 consecutive years". If you would like affirmation of this translation; my mother offered to come help me move in my new home. She then changed it to, coming to see me for the weekend. She is now, not coming at all, with no apology implied. In her defense, she did offer to come up after Christmas.
I wish I could say, I knew it was coming (because I did), so it doesn't hurt as bad (but it does). I don't know what road to take with her at this moment. I have a part of me who says "you know what, take your after Christmas visiting ass, and go somewhere else because I DON'T NEED YOU. I haven't needed, wanted, nor asked for any help or support, be it physical or physiological since I can remember, why change things now". Then the other part of me wants to cry and beat myself up for allowing myself to be disappointed yet again, when logically, I already knew what to expect.
No matter how sick, sad, or in need I am, I rarely can depend on my family. Good thing I have awesome friends. Even with the distance, I rarely can't count on them to be there for me, even when I don't reach out for support. I guess that's karma's way of evening things out. Plus it affirms that I am not a difficult person to get along with. My family is just self-centered, which makes them difficult to get along with . And why shouldn't they be, it's the way they were raised by their parents. Although the difference between them, and me (and my brother, so it's not just me) is, they demanded support, cried when it wasn't there, and stamped their feet till it arrived. They think Jeff and I are self sufficient, to proud to ask for help, and honestly... that isn't true in my case. I do try to be self sufficient, but I also ask for help from friends when I need it. I just make it my main goal in life, to not make myself as miserable as they are. So, if I don't ask for support from them, I can't be hurt when I don't get it. Simple enough really.
The problem is, even though I don't ask for help, sometimes it is offered by family members, with good intentions, but absolutely no follow through. It sets me up for disappointment. If you could be in my head, you would feel me cringe inside when help or nice deeds are offered. You would hear my reasoning going on, "Don't fall for it Cindy, you know it isn't going to "really" happen. You're setting yourself up for future disappointment if you believe this, yet again".
All you would see on the outside, is an awkward smile and a tight voice squeaking out "Okay". In time, they keep confirming the plans, settling the details. It's hard not to let yourself be lulled into a sense of false belief, when you are "playing along" to spare the drama. I wish I could say, on the spot, exactly what I'm thinking, and I have sometimes. "Please, just leave it alone, because we both know it isn't going to happen. Don't set me up for disappointment again, please". On the few occasion I did voice this, I was met with anger, of course. Who wants to be told they're not dependable, even if it is true, especially while they're trying to be nice.
Ahhhhh, the joys of being back with family....
At least we're in a hotel room 3 hours away now. That's my one thing to be thankful about for today. Cross your fingers that tomorrow, my appreciation exercise will include a blip about being grateful that I finally closed on my house!
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