Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

The Porch, The Pines, and a Cup of Coffee: A Morning at Gatsby’s I didn’t expect to fall in love with a house. I mean, who does that? It’s just wood and nails and old wallpaper and creaky floorboards, right? But there’s something about the Great Gatsby Bed & Breakfast that wraps itself around you…

Of Quiet Mornings and Forgotten Time at The Gatsby There’s something about waking up here that doesn’t feel like real life — and I mean that in the best possible way. Maybe it’s the creak in the old floorboards or the way the morning light slips through the lace curtains, slow and warm like honey.…

A Weekend at Gatsby’s – A Messy, Beautiful Little Escape I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with a house, but here we are. I showed up at the Great Gatsby Bed & Breakfast with a small suitcase, a wrinkled book I half-finished two years ago, and more stress than I’d care to admit. There…