First off, all I can say is "wow." I checked my e-mail yesterday morning, after neglecting it this weekend, and was completely floored by all of the encouraging words and support you guys have given me over the last few days. I realize that generally when I'm writing there is that tinge of sarcasm seeping through my words, but consider this pure sincerity. I am amazed, honored, blessed, and grateful you took the time to stumble on this little blog, and promise I'll probably tell you over and over again what beautiful people you are on your respective blogs. Until then, let's talk about southern things... before I evidently pass out or resign myself to more emails from work (huzzah).
The last couple of weeks have been tough, with balancing between a new project at work and flying between Boston and Atlanta every week. Fortunately, I got to spend my weekends at home this month, which meant the potential of rekindling some friendships that had been severely neglected but documented over Instagram. Alas, the life of a technological nomad. I attest to my Northern friends and colleagues that the South really isn't as po'dunk and hick as the media portrays it to be. Yes, we have fun here. While that fun may be a bit southern tinged, it makes it all the more exciting.
For the sake of time (to read all your lovely blogs!) and the fact that I in fact do have a lot of emails to send out tonight, allow me to break down the last month in Georgia in three simple steps. I call it, "Eat, Drink, Shop" -- all the cultural fun, with less yoga-driven religious epiphanies and more alcohol. Click to read what these pictures actually talk about. I promise that the words might be as delicious as the pictures show.
