nostalgia

22 Aug

Since being home from my trip I have yet to wash my car, which has become affectionately known as ‘Bugle.’ Don’t ask me why, but early on in the trip my youngest sister bestowed this name upon my car and it has stuck. It’s not for a lack of needing it that I haven’t given Bugle a good wash, but rather a sense of nostalgia that has stopped me from doing it. Bugle hasn’t been cleaned since my stop in Phoenix, meaning it is cloaked in the dust, dirt, grime and bugs from the road of each place I visited between AZ and arriving back home in BC and everywhere in between. It might sound silly, but the layers of dirt caked on the body, the sand that crept into the nooks of the door frames, the brake dust lining my front rims and the assortment of bugs baked to nose of good old Bugle are a sweet reminder to me of this adventure that is quickly seeming like it happened a long time ago. And Bugle seems like more than a car now – he’s kind of become a good, reliable friend that has seen me through some of the most transforming experiences of my life.

But after weeks of putting it off, I finally took Bugle to the car wash today for a well deserved cleaning. I probably would have put it off a bit longer, but somewhere along the way I managed to get grease on the bottom of the driver’s side body which I brushed up against with my left leg pretty much every time I got out of the car leaving a black streak either on my leg or my pants, depending on what I was wearing. I had stained enough pairs of pants so I decided enough is enough and put an end to it. So I took Bugle to one of those loonie car washes and cleaned him as well as possible in $4 worth of time. Some of those bugs though have been basking in the hot summer sun for almost two months now and proved to be quite difficult to scrub off, so I left them. I think they look good… it’s kind of like my car has freckles.

Anyways, since I am on the topic of nostalgia, I figured I’d share a few of my ‘favourites’ from my journey.

Favourite city I visited:

Charleston, South Carolina. Located in the southeast of South Carolina on the shores of the Atlantic Ocean, Charleston is where the Civil War originated back in 1861. With its storied history, rich culture, subtropic climate, lovely beaches and stunning architecture, Charleston charmed me and won my heart immediately.

this is pretty much what all streets in Charleston look like

I just like this picture

this row of homes on East Bay St is known as Rainbow Row for the bright colours they are painted with... it's one of the most photographed areas in Charleston

right across the street from this picture are big, beautiful antebellum homes

this is the oldest active plantation in the US and this home is where part of The Notebook was filmed

Favourite ‘I can’t believe I did that’ moment:

With North Carolina my next stop and still no place to stay, I emailed a perfect stranger and asked if I could stay with her and her husband and toddler in Charlotte, North Carolina for a night. They were completely wonderful and we became fast friends and I ended up staying for five nights.

Favourite ‘I still need my parents’ moment:

At the home I stayed at in Savannah, Georgia, I encountered a bit of a cockroach crisis when I found one on the nightstand next to the bed, another on the window, another creeping in and out of the room under the door and yet another crawling out from under my bed. Me, not having many experiences with cockroaches, panicked. Huddled in the middle of the bed where I thought I was the safest, I called home and with my voice hushed (as not to wake the rest of the house which also included a couple traveling from Australia) yet slightly hysteric, I asked my dad for a variety of things including him to come to Savannah to kill them or to send me a bed net. Perhaps a bit dramatic. He tried to reason with me saying that mom looked up cockroaches online and they don’t bite or sting and can’t fly. However, the roach on the window with the wings and the one that made its way up to my nightstand were a dead giveaway that he was b.s.ing me just to try and calm me down. It was sweet of him for trying.

Funny story, the lovely woman whose home it was that I was staying in, emailed me a week or so later just to say hi and to tell me that her husband had discovered the reason for the roaches. You see, they have this little bird that flew into their home one day that they adopted as a pet and the cockroaches were attracted to the food in the bird’s cage that just so happened to be right next to the room I was staying in. They have since taken cockroach proofing action.

Favourite house:

Natchez, Mississippi is the oldest town on the Mississippi River and like most of the south, its history is rich and architecture, beautiful. I saw many impressive homes in the five weeks I spent in the south, but my favourite was the Longwood Home in Natchez, not because I thought it was the most beautiful, although it was, but because of the unique story of the home. This home is a six story, 30,000 square foot  mansion built in the shape of an octagon. It’s Italian-style architecture was considered quite innovative during that time period as the wealthy were growing tired of the typical greek-revival antebellum style homes (I can’t imagine how anyone could ever tire of this type of home… I think they are simply lovely). The exterior of the home is completely finished, however only the first level (the basement) of the inside of the home was completely finished when the Civil War broke out and all the workers dropped what they were doing to flee. The family ended up moving into the home and living in the basement which was not originally intended to be the living quarters of the home. When the husband of this family passed away from yellow fever, the head slave of the home (an African American), when he was given the choice of freedom, opted to stay and help the widowed wife raise her children. What was especially moving about this story is that there was a painting of this African American man amongst the other paintings of family members. This is quite significant for an era when African Americans were not held in the same regard in the south as caucasians.

the driveway leading up to this impressive mansion

an upward view of the remaining five floors of this unfinished home... each story of the octagon getting narrower as it goes up.

these are the original materials and tools left by the builders when they fled once the Civil War started

a backyard view of the stunning Longwood Home in Natchez, Mississippi

These are only a few favourites amongst many, but ones that came to mind as I was writing this. On a side note, I am going to try a new challenge. Starting tomorrow, I am going to try to post a blog of some sort everyday for a month. If I actually want to explore the notion of being a writer someday, I need to be more disciplined about it, so I figured this might be a good place to start. We’ll see how it goes.

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5 Responses to “nostalgia”

  1. Jessica Katharine Grace August 22, 2010 at 9:00 pm #

    i like this, and i like you!

    • Jamie Born August 24, 2010 at 8:06 pm #

      aw thanks, I like you too sista :)

  2. SB August 22, 2010 at 9:53 pm #

    Your dad b.s.es?

  3. erin August 23, 2010 at 12:00 pm #

    Nice to see pics to go along with the stories!! Can’t wait to read!

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