One of my favorite places to travel to, inside the States, is the East Coast. Something about the slowed down pace, the fall weather, and the food, gets me every time. So when I got the opportunity to travel down south to Georgia last Autumn with my mom, as she had a speaking engagement at Paine College, I jumped at the thought. It had been nearing the 90’s in LA, and I wanted to escape the heat and experience some rain, so that’s what I did. I let my professor’s know that i’d be missing a couple lectures due to travel and I packed my bag ready for a nice little vacation. When we touched down in Atlanta, it was chilly with a light drizzle, and I was genuinely happy. The one thing I miss the most about living on the East Coast is falling asleep to the pitter-patter of raindrops on my window. These days I use the RainyMood app or Nature Sounds from Apple Music but there’s nothing like genuine, surround-sound quality rain.
It was already late when we got to Georgia, so we dropped our bags off at the hotel, got something quick to eat and turned in early. Because we were only staying in Atlanta for one night, we didn’t bother to unpack, the main focus was to get a good night’s sleep – so that’s what we did. The next morning, we got up, grabbed some breakfast and got in the car. We were headed to Augusta.
As we started the two hour drive to Augusta reminded me of all the times I would sit in the passenger seat of my dad’s big Escalade and drive down the 301 highway, running errands and going to work with him. The highway was shrouded by beautiful bright green trees, leaves swaying in the wind. It almost felt like I was home. It was just the familiarity I needed. Once we got there, I fell in love with the quaintness of the seemingly small town. It had a homey feel. Now I really felt like I was back in Maryland. I stayed at one of the Hilton hotels down there and while the outer façade of the building had an old-fashioned feel, the inside was surprisingly modern. The whole weekend we were there it was wonderfully cloudy and rainy, which set a great mood for the movie nights spent in our room watching John Wick, The Devil Wears Prada, and Burlesque. Cozied up in the puffy Hilton duvets with the sky casting the most beautiful blue-grey light through the window, it was pure bliss.
It was truly one of the best mini-vacays I’ve ever been on and while I was sad to go home, I know that if I ever need a home away from home, Augusta is the place for me. I can’t wait to return. From Park Avenue Princess, to LA Socialite, this weekend showed me that I might just be a Southern Belle.