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Welcome to Atlanta

September 14, 2016


I sort of feel like I've gone back in time. A week ago, I was on my way to the Seattle airport, sporting a fluffy vest and a long-sleeve chambray. Now, I'm sweating through my t-shirt and wondering why on earth I bought a hot coffee. I feel like I ought to bust into the nearest Starbucks with a chunky scarf on — "WHAT SEASON IS IT?!" — and look wildly for any sign of pumpkin spice.

Still, I'm glad to be here, seeing what's new and enjoying what's old and familiar. Little Tart for pastries and Octane for coffee. Candler Park Market for a bite to eat before work or during a lunch break (and for a formidable selection of wine). A stroll down the Beltline for people watching, a Thai Tea popsicle from King of Pops, and to entertain the idea of stealing a stranger's really adorable dog. Take-out pho from So Ba for dinner, eaten unceremoniously on a friend's couch. Too late for coffee? A beer, then, from Taproom. Nothing fancy — just the sights and tastes of a place I once called home.

Tomorrow, it's back to Seattle, where I hope to be greeted by gray clouds, plaid flannels and craft ciders. I hope the air smells especially briny. And I wouldn't say no to a steady misting of rain while I take a post-flight nap on the couch. In the meantime, I'll have a Coca Cola, please, while I soak up a little more vitamin D from these sunny Atlanta skies.