The first time I visited, there was an audible “ew” that escaped my mouth. My initial disgust came from a tepid relationship with Atlanta, only stopping by to see my doctors at Emory. Then Kat and Ashton (formally known as Kashton) moved to ATL, and all of sudden I was visiting every chance I got. Eventually my spoiled northern-self, saw past the obscene traffic and a tepid friendship turned into a crush.
Oh hey Atlanta, can I have your number? Can I live in you? Too soon? Is that weird?
I’m about one more visit away from never leaving. Maybe Atlanta, is where I settle next. Or maybe not. Idk. I’m bad at decisions. And money.
Here are some candid photographs from my latest ATL excursion. It’s pretty cool that every time I go, I get to have a brand new experience.