48 in Atl

As I continue to settle in Louisville, I am feeling more comfortable, yet between school and not many consecutive days off from work (oh the life of retail), to say I was in dire need of a break is an understatement. So after coordinating some dates with my friends, I took off two days from work and booked a flight to Atlanta! Exactly 48 hours in the Atl, and exactly what I needed. I made a mini-documentary of it; partly to see what all I got done in 48 hrs, and partly out of sentiment. The combination of efforts follow…


Embracing Change

ImageEmbrace change. This lovely little coaster sits next to me nightly as a reminder for me to do just that. It has been exactly three months since I uprooted my life in Atlanta and  moved back to the wonderful state that I have always called home, Kentucky. I moved to Louisville, a city I haven’t ever lived, so it’s a little taste of the familiar mixed with a lot of new. Why the change you may ask? I know I don’t get very personal on here, but it had to do with a boy who broke my heart. I simply felt I had to literally get away, and that being closer to home would help. So, three months in… and I’m unsure. Unsure about a number of things, and that’s a feeling I hate. I also hate feeling uprooted and like a nomad- both of which I currently feel. I miss my Atlanta friends and the lifestyle I had there a great deal. I also miss my stuff, which for the most part is in storage, and why I feel nomad-ish. However, I have to give much thanks for a wonderful friend that was here in Louisville and willing to take me in and let me share her lovely, fully furnished home. There are positives here, and they are the change I am now trying to embrace. I know that change is up to me ultimately, the change to move was mine and I wouldn’t take it back if I could. The change here is what I need to find to not be unsure, but I just don’t know where to look.

A Drive to Watkinsville

Our Lovely Bed & Breakfast’s Porch

I spent this past weekend at a gorgeous bed and breakfast in Watkinsville, Georgia. It was about an hour and half drive from our home in north Atlanta, and on a perfectly sunny Saturday, I could not have asked for a better drive to the country. Well, about as country as it gets around Atlanta that is. Our windows were down, I could smell air that’s a fresh you don’t get in the city, and we actually passed fields with cattle. I hadn’t realized until that point how much I missed the country. Not that the past four and a half years in the city (and I’m just talking Atlanta, I’m aware it’s about the least urban “big” city in America) has citified me, but somewhere along the way I missed when a drive out in the country became foreign to me. However, our drive to Watkinsville was actually a good reminder of the research I’d been doing for class: artists or art exemplifying the South. Check out the ten artists I found here. As for the project that’s to come of this, it’s still a work in progress, but I am feeling inspiration that was much needed!