i remember when i was younger and my father and i were talking about colleges and cities to live in, atlanta came up in the conversation. i had only been there once before and really had no opinion at the moment. "has never sat well with me. it just has no character," he told me very asurredly. i took his opinion as fact, like i did most things he said, which is embarrassing for a bull-headed /opinionated invidiual like myself to admit (insert applause or kandace's i-told-you-so look here.) he was wrong. granted he has not, nor probably will, ever spend as much time as i have here, which is important, at least for me...so it has taken a while, i have pieced some things together, talked to some peeps and finally came up with my own opinion.
the character is there, embedded in the buildings that have already fallen, the ones barely standing, the anger in the traffic, the familiarity shared in the small whole-in-the-wall places scattered about the different neighborhoods, the way the fog can hug the structures that pierce the atmosphere like only a mother could, the people (i know, people are everywhere, but i am very fond of a few folks here.) there are a lot of different and important factors that need to be calculated into the equation of being fond of someplace, but they are here too for me. i can't say that i don't still want to see every inch of every rock sprawled across the landscape, but it feels good to not be so anxious in the dirt that my feet currently dig their feet into.