So sorry for my absence, y’all! It was spring break for me last week and despite my intentions of blogging while I was away, it didn’t end up happening. I was too caught up in relaxing and exploring my hometown with my two best friends, who I was lucky enough to have come home with me over break!
To me, there’s nothing better than seeing the skyline of your hometown out the plane window as you descend after a long time away. It had been a bit more than a month since I’d last been home, and I was itching to get back to the south. I needed the sweet tea, lilting accents, and the slower pace of life below the Mason-Dixon Line. College is such a whirlwind and it’s easy to get caught up in the go-go-go of the crazy life up here. I desperately needed a few days to relax at home, and I’m so happy that’s what I got.
Look out for a post later this week recapping what we did in Atlanta from both a local and out-of-town perspective, but for now, I have a few thoughts about what it’s like to see your hometown with a fresh set of eyes.
Bringing friends home with you to a city they’ve never seen before is definitely an interesting experience. I found myself getting frustrated when they didn’t remember a landmark or asked what something was for the thousandth time. I kept catching myself thinking, “We’ve driven past this spot six times- how do you still not know what it is?” I had to stop myself and realize that even though Atlanta’s my home, my friends are tourists. They’re in a new city having new experiences and they’re not going to remember every single landmark I point out to them, even though they’re as ingrained in my mind as the back of my hand.
Seeing the city through my friends’ eyes also reopened my own eyes to the magic of Atlanta. The city is comfortable for me, like an old pair of perfectly soft pajamas. I know my way around, know which places are overhyped and which are hidden gems. I know when the traffic will get bad in what areas and I can tell you three different ways to get just about everywhere I go on a regular basis. It’s, quite simply, home. When a city as large and impressive as Atlanta is your home, it’s easy to lose sight of how large and impressive it is. Bringing my two friends home with me was an eye-opening experience in more than just one way, and I’m so grateful for that.
As the plane descended into Atlanta, I looked upon the skyline as an old friend, returning after a time away. My friends looked upon the skyline as newcomers filled with curiosity about the place they were going to visit. I’ll never forget the look in their eyes as they caught their first glimpses of the place that I call home.