My Jacksonville is beautiful.
On the East coast, the beaches are thick with surfers and rednecks during the days and weekends, and crawling with romantics and the residentially challenged at night.
The deep Westside suburb of Baldwin, where I have grown up, hosts a hundred mossy pecan trees and haunting southern plantation homes.
The hidden marshlands near the North give a full taste of the beautiful Everglades.
Downtown, the smell in the air is a mixture of salt water and Maxwell House Coffee, and the skyline feels reminiscent of Bruce Wayne’s Gotham City.
Bursting with delicious dining, beautiful libraries and museums, sports and entertainment for every day of the week, this city is anything but boring.
Diverse in community and eclectic in culture, my Jacksonville is beautiful.