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Fells Point and Federal Hill



In honor of my trip last week, this week is all things Maryland!  Fells Point and Federal Hill are two areas in the city of Baltimore that I love.  Pictured above is Fells Point and pictured below is Federal Hill.  They are full on wonderful book stores, home decor places, coffee shops, and little mom and pop restaurants and bars.  The people say “hon” and pronounce things in little nuances that you would never notice if you didn’t grow up around it.  They serve soft serve ice cream and there are Baltimore orioles t-shirts everywhere you glance.  People aren't trying so hard.

The bustle about the streets and the humidity causing beads of sweat to run down my back honestly do make me feel at home.  The cool breeze coming off the water takes the edge off and the smell of old bay and vinegar wafts through the air. I love it.  I breathe it all in slowly, realizing it is different in the winter time when I go home for Christmas.  The city takes on a different look, and it is bitterly cold. 

As I walked around, I missed it all for the first time since I had moved away 3 1/2 years ago.  I wanted to stay longer.  I always miss my family, but this was the first time I found myself missing the city as a whole.  I miss my old places, and I want to discover new ones.  I loved introducing Bill to little places and things, but there was so much I did not get to show him.  These two neighborhood reminded me of my love for Maryland, not just the people who live in and around Maryland that I care about.  I love that city and I love things that Maryland represents to me. 

Cheers to everyone I saw, even if just for a moment.  I miss you all and love you dearly. 


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