I’m a sentimental person- I’ll admit it. I attach a memory to everything and consequently refuse to throw things away. I thought that all had changed last night when I was unpacking my college stuff in order to repack for my trip to Atlanta. I was getting rid of clothes left and right, shoes were getting tossed into trash bags to be donated, and old receipts were history.
Then I made the drive with my mom to Atlanta this morning… and all the sentimental feelings came back. Suddenly every song was the song I listened to in fourth grade or that had played at my first dance. I mean really? It’s a little much even for me.
There are things that I had forgotten about though- like the amount of Chik-Fil-A’s there are! Holy cow every exit was CFA. There’s one within miles of me in Northern Virginia (and it’s too far to drive for breakfast). Here though…o no… I literally have to walk out my hotel’s front door, cross a landscaped median in the parking lot, and I’m at Chil-Fil-A. So where will I be eating breakfast in the morning? Chik-Fil-A. Hello, chicken biscuit- I’ve missed you.
This week is sure to be filled with my Atlanta favorites- Atlantic Station, Little Five Points, IKEA, Lenox Mall and Underground and thrift stores galore. Can’t wait to catch up with some of my favorites and get reacquainted with the city!