I've moved around quite a bit in my young life. I'm originally from/born Suffolk, Virginia. I then moved to Portsmouth, but also spent lots of time in Norfolk where my grandfather lived. Following his death I have been taking trips to his home and visiting in the area while the house is still in the possession of the family. I was finally able to take more than two days and spent a week in the area this past October. Here are some shots and stories of the trip.
A trip to Hampton for the best breakfast/brunch in the area I promise you. Mango Mangeaux is absolutely incredible and one of the newer additions helping bring the area some more life. The rest of the streets look like the other photos unfortunately, abandoned and left behind. We then took a trip to the Virginia Beach strip. Which in October is mostly closed, but still well worth the exploration. There's a sick place called Seaside Raw Bar, we made some pretty cool friends there. Jon bought a Drake hoodie he was pretty excited about.
Lazy morning day 2, but out into the night. The friends we made at Seaside helped get your girl into a show at a long-lived venue, Shakas for the Like Pacific, Seaway, and Four Years Strong show. Also, what a killer painting on the back of the buildings on the strip. Great venue, cool hangs.
We had breakfast at this cute diner not even a mile away...4 times. Wonderful staff and great by-the-ocean food. I then took a trip to put fresh flowers on my grandparents' graves. A trip I hadn't made in years, followed by a trip to their house that still sits empty. Along the way I came upon the abandoned house all by itself with a single wire attached, reminding me how easy it is to detach yourself. Then to grandma's house, a house with a no trespassing sign, a tire swing, and the brick steps I scraped my knees on as a child. Still empty. Still standing. I decided to explore downtown a little, in the town I grew up in but had not yet really seen as an adult. It was a strange insight.