Victorian home in Savannah

                                                           

Managing a home share in Savannah feels like being the keeper of countless untold stories. The mahogany floors creak with history, and antique appointments whisper tales of yesteryear. While some might call it "just another Airbnb," I prefer to think of it as a stage where life's most fascinating dramas unfold, two or three days at a time.

For seven years, I've welcomed travelers from across the globe to this slice of Southern history. They come to explore Savannah's infamous historic district, but sometimes they leave me with stories that could fill volumes. It's not always the loud or obvious moments that stick with you – sometimes it's the quiet ones that linger longest in memory.

Just today, a striking couple checked in: she was a stunning African American woman who could've graced any magazine cover, and he was a gentleman wearing a taqiyah, the traditional cap worn by Muslim men. Their dynamic caught my attention, not just for their remarkable presence, but for the gentle dance of their interaction. She waited downstairs while he went to his room, and the next morning, she returned with breakfast in hand, greeting him at the door in his pajamas – a beautiful display of traditional values in modern times.

It reminded me of another memorable guest from five years ago, another breathtaking Black woman who visited with her LGBTQ partner. That visit played out differently – while we shared an animated conversation, her companion's protective gaze made it clear our chat needed to wrap up.

Just months ago, a young engaged couple, proud of their Christian faith, specifically requested separate rooms. In our fast-paced world where traditions often fade like old photographs, these moments of conviction and cultural respect stand out. They remind me that despite our rushing modernity, some values remain steadfast, creating ripples of grace through time.

These subtle encounters in my Victorian home remind me why I love this business. Each guest brings their own story, their own traditions, and their own way of moving through the world. And sometimes, in the quiet moments between check-ins and departures, I get to be a witness to the beautiful tapestry of human experience, one creaking floorboard at a time.