Today I had my last JavaMonkey chai.
And my last Jake's Ice Cream.
And I hugged static_eddie
for a long, long time.
Atlanta is not my home. Hell, I've spun a whole comic off the concept of Home: "Have you ever felt homesick for a place you've never been?"
And Atlanta has never felt like home, except in that Adam is my home. Atlanta has no spirit, no soul, and I think that's why what "community" there is here is so toxic. There's nothing underlying it to nurture
Atlanta is not my home. But I've lived here five years, and in that time, I've carved out tiny chunks of it to call home. JavaMonkey... all of downtown Decatur.
I may never be there again.
I will take my last walk here, and I will turn back to my packing. In a day and a half, I'll be on my way to Boston.
I have never lived up north.
But Boston has a soul.
And I have been done here for far too long.
And I won't miss this city, but I will miss those little chunks of home, be they places or people.