I’ve been living in Atlanta for four months. So strange and wonderful it has been to me already. There’s a light rain falling and the windows are open and the trees are losing their leaves. I’ll never need my puffy coat, but I’ll most definitely need to invest in a kickass blazer. I’ve come to enjoy baseball more than I thought I would, though I’ll die before I tomahawk chop at a Braves game. I can’t wait to use the fireplace in my living room. I read and walk more since moving here - both making me love alone time. My neighborhood is full of plants and cats. Random thoughts about my new home on this sorta anniversary.