As I was driving around town the other day, I noticed a ‘Native’ bumper sticker on a local car. I’ve seen these stickers in other states, Colorado, Oregon, you know, places where non-natives visit, fall in love with the area, and return permanently. I always find it amusing that people put these stickers on their cars because they have so much pride, but there always seems to be a bit of hostility behind it, like an ‘I was here first’ kind of feeling.

You may be wondering how I ended up here in Savannah, and if you haven’t read my bio, please do so. Ok, are you back? Basically, the busy life of the city started to take its toll on me and my GSU Alumni boyfriend, and I asked myself, ‘Self, where is your soul the happiest?’ The answer was Georgia; so we made the call to move to Savannah. I often wonder where other people have moved from; I seem to have met a lot of people that are not from Savannah. I find it great that people do relocate to other cities, I think it makes the city feel more diverse, without changing the history and culture. I moved to Savannah to embrace the city’s culture, and instead, I find it embracing me. (Collective, Awww….)