Going back home to Atlanta is always bittersweet for me. That is truly the one place I allow myself to call home.
Yes, I was born in Wisconsin, and yes, I’ve lived in Alabama for longer than I lived in Atlanta, but I just can’t bring myself to say that I’m from anywhere else but the great Peach State. That’s where I went to elementary, middle and high school. That’s where I met the two friends that I still talk to, and that you’ll see in this picture.
Robin — one of my best friends since 1998. I love that sweet girl possibly more than anything in the world. She’s got two precious kids (seriously! We went to lunch with them on Sunday…pretty well-behaved kids!), and a really sweet husband.
Brett — I’ve known him since 1998, but didn’t really get to know him until later in high school, stayed friends through college, had a fling after college, and still talk to each other.
Seeing these people makes me realize how much I miss being home. Even the thought of going to see my old theater where I worked brought a strong wave of nostalgia.
So going to a Braves game made it even worse. I did that so many times while I lived there, it’s impossible to not feel just a little bit sad. Warning* Picture heavy post.
|Me and Brett.|
|What’s a baseball tailgate without some beer pong??|
|Me, Robin and Brett. My high school reunion.|
Even though I look like a complete damn nerd in this last picture, it is definitely my favorite of the night.
15 innings of fun with these folks makes for a definite homesick feeling.