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13.05.2024 / 21:21
What I've Learned From Traveling With Chronic Pain
“Savannah is a pretty place to be in pain,” I decided—although my judgment on everything was colored by that last part. While visiting Georgia from London earlier this spring on my way to a media summit in Charleston, I spent my days in Savannah aboard riverboats, in caught-in-time parlors, and walking through leafy city squares. I saw the famous oak trees and how they glow with Spanish moss and light. The movement of the moss in the breeze is slow, melodic, and lulling like wind chimes—but not enough to distract from the burning sensation driving through my spine and shoulders. The pain never really goes away; in my life, every beautiful landscape seems colored by my body’s desire to return home and lie down.