Guess who is spending her Friday night enjoying... |

Guess who is spending her Friday night enjoying the thunderstorm while looking through various interesting things in the North Carolina archives? I’ll give you a hint: it’s me. I really know how to party, you guys.

I have a bit of a love affair with the Boylan Bridge, which I usually fondly just refer to as “the bridge” or “my bridge.” Partially because of the amazing view and partially because of my love of trains. Sorry, Brooklyn Bridge. You’ll always be my first love, but some day, you’ll probably hear of a tiny blue car careening off into the train tracks below because I was too busy staring at the skyline when the lighting is all orange and glowy and bouncing off the buildings perfectly thinking “I get to live here!” I love my little corner of this city. It’s the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere since moving out at 18, and it’s absolutely the most wonderful, magical place a girl could hope to live.

Anyway, while browsing through the archives (ain’t no party like an archive party, wooo!), I found this map from 1872. And I realized I could see my house from here! Well, sort of. My house wouldn’t be built for another 40 years, but I found the creepy mansion where I’m convinced Ms. Havisham lives and could guess from there.

I’m now bent on finding all the places on these old maps and figuring out what they look like now.