It’s not raining today (knock on wood), but for the last week or so it’s been gloomy and dark and depressing here in Atlanta. Not all that cold—around 60 degrees, which isn’t bad for January, I know—-but so rainy that I don’t really want to even leave the house unless I have to. But the sun’s out today, and it’s making me excited about going on trips again once the weather gets nice. I really do want to try to go on more day trips and weekend trips this year, and I’ve already got some destinations on my list . . .
Richmond, Virginia: Have I mentioned this one before in a pretend travels post? Probably. I’ve been to Richmond once before, but I only passed on through and didn’t get to see any of the places I’d like to have seen. Which is pretty much anything Civil War-related: Arlington House, Hollywood Cemetery, Museum of the Confederacy . . . .
1. Steven Alan Roll Neck Sweater . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2. Girl by Band of Outsiders Gathered Skirt . . . . . . 3. Madewell Llama love Necklace . . . . . . . 4. Madewell Two Tone Flatstack Platforms.
Jonesborough, Tennessee: This is one my mom told me about. Jonesborough is supposedly the oldest town in Tennessee, with plenty of well-preserved buildings and a park that just might be haunted by the ghost of Andrew Jackson. It’s up in the mountains, not too far from Asheville, so it might be a good chance to take another weekend in the mountains. It will be warm there eventually, and I won’t get sick.
Tybee Island, Georgia: I’m not really a beach person (I get bored), but right now the idea of being lazy with a book by the ocean sounds pretty good. I’ll bring along Ship of Fools by Katherine Anne Porter (who is my favorite writer at the moment), and if hours of beach-lazing gets boring I can wander into Savannah.
Washington D.C.: I’ve been there three times already, but I really need to give D.C. another try. The first time I went there I was around 13, and my family went there to go to Mount Vernon and a bunch of the Smithsonians, and I loved Mount Vernon but got bored of the museums and lazy about walking. I was too young/silly too appreciate it all, because when I went to the city again I was in my early 20s and really wanting to go to the historic spots, but didn’t get the chance. Now I think I could spend a week there, going to the museums again, and then seeking out all the historic houses I’ve read about in Sarah Vowell’s books. And then a Lincoln pilgrimage to Ford’s Theatre and the house across the street where he died . . .