Right this very second, I’m on the 23rd floor of a beautiful hotel room overlooking downtown Atlanta. I’m sitting on a glorious king-sized bed complete with super squishy pillows (there are eight in total, yes EIGHT) in a room filled with state-of-the-art technology, clean lines and design, and the best water pressure I’ve ever had in a hotel room–and I’m definitely a stickler for bad water pressure.
Needless to say, I’m in heaven. If this is what heaven is like, sign me up (in about 60 years).
Earlier this afternoon when I arrived, I took a stroll (aka, got a little lost) while finding my way through downtown, and yes, I was on foot. Despite the fact that the sun was beaming, making it nearly 90 degrees outside, I was so incredibly happy. If you know me at all, walking around with sweat dripping down my back isn’t really my cup of tea; I prefer air-conditioning. Usually I’d be huffing and puffing and probably pretty miserable in a situation such as this. But there was something different today. Something very different.
As I navigated my way through Centennial Olympic Park, I watched children jump around in the grass, people walk their dogs, friends chat, couples hold hands, musicians play music and coworkers laugh–and everyone was smiling. And no, this isn’t an exaggeration.
Atlanta is such a happy place.
The hills roll, the sun shines, the wind blows and life is perfect. This place is truly unlike any other city I’ve been to before–and I’ve been to quite a few places in my day. Bottom line–this city is magical. If you live here, I’m jealous. If you’ve visited before, come back soon. And if you’ve never been here before, BIG MISTAKE.
- L
Side note: To all my friends and family who read the title of this post, don’t worry, I’m not picking up and moving to Atlanta. Although, I can safely say, I wouldn’t be upset if I had to.
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