San Diego simultaneously feels like home and forever ago. I expect to wake up there still, and my brain confuses street traffic for crashing waves. If it sounds like I miss the wildness of San Diego...I don't.
Atlanta is far greener than San Diego, with more oxygen, engaged and upfront people, and it plays a unique mix of Olmstead-designed suburbs and gay-bar-lined concrete cityscapes. I still don't understand half of what people say to me, but I've planted collards in my garden in an effort to acclimate. I have a feeling my favorite Yankee (and California "cool season") kale plants will give up around July in the southern heat.
Here's a collection of my sights and experiences these first 3 months. Sequestered to my apartment often, other times sweating in a preschool garden, while learning farmers market management skills on the side. We live near Piedmont Park and the rail-trail "Belt Line" so running and biking among nature on safe trails is really accessible. I'm still illustrating and designing on the side, always learning new Adobe Illustrator techniques, but not quite ready for an Etsy debut. Doing multiple "side hustles" has worked with my disinterest in authority and love of making my own schedule.
Things on the horizon: Abby's 2nd Boston Marathon, Rachel's European wedding in October, starting a second preschool garden, turning 29.
Thank you, Abby, for visiting in March! You made it really feel like home here.