"Oh, you're moving to Brooklyn!"
"No, not that Williamsburg...we're going to Colonial Williamsburg."
I've corrected friends for months as my husband and I prepared to move to Virginia for the 2012-2013 academic school year. My husband, who captures his experiences on the Tumblr site Williamsburg is the new Williamsburg, is completing his Ph.D. requirements at the College of William and Mary. I was fortunate to secure a fellowship that allowed me to leave my job in Washington, D.C. for a year to join him, and for the fourth time in our five-year marriage we find ourselves in a different part of the country. From Chicago to Los Angeles to Oklahoma City to D.C. and now to Williamsburg, we pride ourselves in embracing local culture and immersing ourselves in the communities and traditions of our new home.
Due to the fact I abhor historical reenacting and I don't particularly enjoying watching people of color 'reenact' slavery at the Colonial Williamsburgcolonialism themed amusement park 'village', I've decided to embrace a lesser known feature of Williamsburg--the pancake houses. I'm not talking about an IHOP or Cracker Barrel here and there. Williamsburg has scores of locally-owned pancake factories, with signs boasting flapjacks made by British colonists, hotcakes borne from grandma's fluffy batter recipe, and cabins churning out biscuits lighter than air. So, no, I'm not in Brooklyn loading up on artisan pickles, tweeting about a butchery workshop or befriending members of an underground supper club. I'm in a magical place where nothing costs more than $11 and pancakes hang over 12-inch dinner plates. I'm in the other Williamsburg and I'm spending the next 52 or so weeks eating breakfast. Join me.
"No, not that Williamsburg...we're going to Colonial Williamsburg."
I've corrected friends for months as my husband and I prepared to move to Virginia for the 2012-2013 academic school year. My husband, who captures his experiences on the Tumblr site Williamsburg is the new Williamsburg, is completing his Ph.D. requirements at the College of William and Mary. I was fortunate to secure a fellowship that allowed me to leave my job in Washington, D.C. for a year to join him, and for the fourth time in our five-year marriage we find ourselves in a different part of the country. From Chicago to Los Angeles to Oklahoma City to D.C. and now to Williamsburg, we pride ourselves in embracing local culture and immersing ourselves in the communities and traditions of our new home.
Due to the fact I abhor historical reenacting and I don't particularly enjoying watching people of color 'reenact' slavery at the Colonial Williamsburg
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