I flew to Atlanta yesterday for work. I rented my awesome Toyota Corrola and got on the road. This will be my fourth time here. I have to say, this city is definitely growing on me. One, I love the music. Two, it never looks dead here. Three, the southern charm is what it should be. Who doesn't mind being called sweetie and dear. I don't know. Maybe it is the people and the memories I have made. I can thank Holly for that. She keeps telling me to move here. I like it here, minus the humidity, but I would miss being home too much.
I had a dream last night that I was just seeing my brother, sister-in-law and niece over the holidays. They were talking about how they lived in Tampa. Tampa!? I told them they didn't live there and everyone thought I was crazy. They apparently had been living there for a year. I was so upset. Then I woke up at 5am.
Moral of the story or dream is that I don't want to move. Too much of my world is Colorado. Besides I can't go boarding in Atlanta.
I'm enjoying my short trip but also will love to go home. Giddy up.
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