returning to the scene of the crime.
Back in Atlanta, and man it feels weird. So many things have been torn down or moved or built in new locations. Decatur has gotten way more popular than it was when I lived there. Most of the locals from days of yore have found various other hangouts, partners, cities, occupations, lives, including us. It’s been 8 years…babies we knew back in the day are stomping around in school and giggle when we say the word “goobers”. When we moved away, I was capital D done with the city, the state, the region, but being back here now, everything feels charming. (did i just use that word?)
It feels like since moving to San Francisco, I’ve let myself fade into the background easier and observed things from afar. Coming back here, I’m remembering how hard I lived, how little shit I took, how hellbent I was on making my own way. These are good things to remember and bring back.
Looks like we’re hitting the road in the morning, going north. Wonder what lessons are further up the road…
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