<NOTE: I realized I had this in my DRAFTS for over a year. Rather than editing it and making it my post today, I’ve decided to post the unfinished draft. My feelings haven’t changed over the past year. >
Recently, I’ve been having some really great moments where I realize that I am falling in love with Atlanta. I never thought it would happen, especially considering I came down here on a 5 year plan. Obviously that changed after Boo and I bought a house in August (1/2 way through my 3rd year).
But what I am realizing is how much I love my life, my friends, my job (most days…)… The weather, the city, the atmosphere, the music, the food, the drinks…the little villages that make up Atlanta, our house, the fact that I am surrounded by 2 golf courses and only 40 minutes from our boat and freedom on the water…the porch drinking on sunny days, or the hikes in the woods, or the park on a sunny day, or Park Tavern when it’s raining ($1 beers). The festivals in March, the active community that makes up Atlanta. Sweetwater on Friday afternoons (and Wednesdays and Saturdays). Buckhead Theater. Variety Playhouse. The universities within the city. Saturdays in the Fall.
But when falling in love with one city, I feel like I am letting go of another. Not so much a city, but an area that I would consider what made me who I am…New England. And that terrifies me more than anything else in this world. Connecticut is where I am from. Boston is where I began becoming an adult (let’s be honest…no one is an adult in the first 2 years out of college, it’s simply make-believe while making absolutely nothing and partying like we’re still in college). And I miss a lot about New England. I miss being able to drive one town over and stepping onto sand. Or going down the road and sitting at the bank of the river. I miss the smell of salt water. I miss the breeze off the water. I miss good, fresh seafood. I miss being within two hours of my (other) friends and family.
Yeah, I know you haven’t heard of it.
This is my life.
It has been a long time since I did this mainly because I have been out of town and insanely busy. This weekend, I was home in Atlanta with NO plans. Translation: insanely busy weekend seeing friends and hanging with Boo, making up for lost time from all the travel.
This weekend is for:
- sketch comedy and over-drinking with old colleagues (most I enjoyed seeing again and some not so much)
- hungover rom com tv watching rather than cleaning the house
- Ann’s Snack Bar (good, but not worth 1.5 hour wait)
- dinner with friends and catching up on life
- golf with Boo (where I proceeded to play horribly)
- lunch and furniture shopping — FINALLY found a kitchen table we love (currently on back order but relieved and excited!)
- new rug for the living room - looks pretty sharp and added in some great color to the living room
- dinner and a movie with Boo and Bubbles
Phew. Successful and busy weekend. I am excited to start making our home, more of a home. Pictures to follow once kitchen table arrives!!
Happy Sunday, folks!
As I am getting older, I am becoming more and more of a morning person. It doesn’t help that I bust my tookus every day with some great folks lifting and sweating our way through that hour.
From time to time, we all catch the most interesting conversations on the train to work, or in an airport, or especially while traveling. New York City blogger Rafi D’Angelo caught a conversation we would love to hear more of on public transportation—between two scruffy, rough-around-the-edges blue-collar working dads heading home. As soon as he heard Pat and Charlie’s conversation going somewhere interesting, Rafi grabbed his phone and hit record. This is what he caught:Guy 2: No more kids for you two?Guy 1: No, she figures we’re both getting too old for a baby.Guy 2: How is your boy anyway? Haven’t seen him in awhile.Guy 1: Oh John’s good, pitching this year varsity.Guy 2: He’ll definitely have the girls hanging around him now.Guy 1: Yeah if he had any time for them.Guy 2: Focused on baseball?Guy 1: Focused on boys.Guy 2: You’re shittin me!Guy 1: I kid you not. Came out to me and Mary Ann bold as daylight last year.Guy 2: Well I’ll be damned! I’m not supposed to know it but I overheard Patrick Junior tell his sister he might be gay not two months ago.Guy 1: We all saw that coming though.Guy 2: You’re the second person to say that. How’d everybody see it but me?Guy 1: It was just a feelin Pat. He was always a little soft, ya know?Guy 2: I guess you’re right. But damn Charlie, we both have gay kids. What do we do now? Both our sons are gay.Guy 1: We don’t do anything. We let em be gay and if some kid calls em a faggot we go to their house and raise hell with the parents like normal.Guy 2: Well I guess John and Lucinda won’t be getting together like we thought awhile ago.Guy 1: Guess not. **long pause**Guy 2: Hey Charlie, you thinkin what I’m thinkin?Guy 1: I was for about half a second then it got weird and I started thinkin about somethin else instead."By that point I was holding back a little tear," Rafi writes. "but they changed the conversation to something about a building code. I thought about posting the video but I don’t know how to blur people’s faces. Still, I thought this little exchange should be broadcast to the Internet." Welcome to the 21st century, America. This is family.