“A day on an island can be like a ride on a wild thing. The boundaries grow and recede. The tides yearn. The moon pulls. The very air pushes us around. I can’t help but know that a day here is not that grounded predictable thing I thought (sometimes hoped) it was, but it’s as swervy and alive as we are.”
– Sandy Gingras
If you’ve visited me here throughout the years, you know how much Kevin and I love Tybee Island. It’s just a little jut-up of a thing, right off the coast of Savannah in Georgia. It measures just three miles square, so a lot of people travel by bike everywhere they go. I like that in a place. 🙂
While visiting Tybee this time, I re-read a line in the book ‘How to live on an Island‘ that jumped out at me in a way that it never has before. The line says, “When I go to an island, I know that I’m in that state of grace in which anything can happen“. It resonated with me in such an extra powerful way this time because as I was sitting there- in another precious, little cottage, on our beloved Island- I’m sitting there with our SON, who was also born on an island, a thousand miles away.
Sitting there with him as I read that was like snuggling with proof that “when I go to an island” LITERALLY “anything can happen”! It was such a surreal moment and we will certainly never forget our first trip to Tybee as three!
It looks like a lot of the decor has changed since Kevin and I decorated it in 2010. Here are some photos from the e-zine we put together about the refresh:
There really wasn’t a budget for that project, so we designed “on a dime” and mainly just had fun getting extra creative with hand-me-downs and things the rental company already had in their decor/furnishings arsenal.
The place still looks as charming as ever though, and we can hardly wait to stay there with Steevenson. It’s a 7-hour car ride from our house, but we stopped and stayed in a hotel half way. He’s such a good traveler though (I think he feels like riding in the car is part of the adventure too!) and he’s already said, “I really want to go back to the cottage, mama”.
Like mother like son! 🙂