Not much to say other than it was a long two days. Flew down to Savannah in the morning on Wednesday. Spent the afternoon touring houses with our realtor and my mother. Spent the night at a Red Roof Inn that doubled as a crash pad for people making the trek from north to south or south to north, or, were construction workers who crashed their long term at a discounted rate, or others who might have just escaped prison.
While we used the security cards issued when we checked in others used their own methods to have access. Needless to say the place was a tad sketchy but we slept hard and got up and split by 6 am. It was then a 13 hour drive back to Titusville over the 735 miles.
It was a good trip and good to see some of the houses we have been talking on over on Zillow. Some were disappointing while others possibilities. Interesting thing to note, after about a half a dozen home visits I started to have trouble breathing. Not sure if that was Lowcountry air, carpet, pets, or older homes that are covered in stucco that don't "breathe" right, no pun intended.
I got a kick out of this vehicle as it's the patrol car to enforce "Community Standards". That comes along with HOA's and rules and regulations. Wait until they get a load of me.
I was able to watch the fiddler crabs wave their claws in the sun as the flood tide approached. It was during dinner at The Foolish Frog in Saint Helena Island near Beaufort. It was a meal of fried green tomatoes and shrimp and grits.
Now back home it's game on mostly running around finishing up things or packing up the last bit for the storage units. Mom's up here and will go through her last bit of stuff as we get ready for one last estate sale next weekend. This is all exhausting, but hopefully worth it, as long as I can breathe down there.