The backstory, all you need to know, is that I live in Orlando, Florida and I hate it. I hate flat lands and I hate palm trees and I hate the constant heat and lack of snow and tourists and beach towns and so on. Also, I have an ever-present travel itch that has yet to be remedied. So for Spring Break I took a mini-vacation in Atlanta, Georgia- hopped a Greyhound bus in the middle of the night to spend three days with my good writer pal CJ, hiking and driving and wandering and eating awesome food (soul food pizza!) and writing and reading and chatting. I always like having friends with whom I can sit in a room and read an entire book in a few hours without saying a word, as well as explore new places and get into all kinds of trouble.
Atlanta is amazing- simply gorgeous. I feel bored in small towns and suffocated in big cities but Atlanta really is the best of both worlds. The Midtown and Downtown areas are a bustling metropolis of city life, while literally just around every corner are rows of Dogwood and Cherry Blossom trees, bubbling brooks, and city parks galore. There’s a hipster sector with bad-ass little cafes, bars, and coffee shops, as well as that grungy, dirty city feel, complete with tons of awesome graffiti.
I’ve never really felt at home anywhere, but if there’s any city at the tip-top of my “move here in the near future” list, it’s Atlanta.