So the idea to go to Atlanta all started because my friend Millie moved there to be with her husband, Ben. She mentioned that she wanted friends to visit her and I jumped on that spirit airlines flight with one overstuffed laptop bag probably two months later.
Millie picked me up from the airport around noon on a Thursday and we headed back to her and Bens place in the quaint neighborhood of Pittsburgh, a weed and seed community. Atlanta is noticeably green, lush, and overgrown... in a beautiful way. Coming from Dallas it made me realized how manicured my city was in contrast. We went by Bens tattoo shop to wait for him to finish an appointment.
Millie and I decided to get some Mexican... possibly Spanish 🤷🏼♀️ Food from down the street. She was right about the place having killed queso. We also got to see a man that seemed mentally unstable get ran off by local establishments. As he disappeared and the show seemed to be over... he suddenly appeared behind me. While he asked us for money I just continued to stuff chips in my mouth and shrug. It wasn’t long before the man was ran off yet again. By that time we were finishing up and headed back to the shop to then leave for a pool party.
I had bought a brunch outfit that I decided to let be my cover up for the pool party. In my mind I thought... there’d be more people. I’m not sure if that would have helped my anxiety though. I felt myself starting to withdrawal as I found a lack of things to talk about. I felt very out of my comfort zone as everyone seemed to be very relaxed and quiet. I had also just drank a Red Bull. After a few hours we left as it started to pour down in this heavily wooded suburb of Atlanta.
From there the night picked up. We met up with Millie’s new friend Raísa and went down to Flatiron. Which is a bar where I supposedly can find all the coolest loser men that I’m reluctantly attracted to. I downloaded Tinder for Millie and Raísa to play on and laugh to as we took shots of tequila. We bar hopped a bit before heading home.
The next day we hit up an amazing brunch spot... which now I can’t remember the name 🌚. Then we headed to Sweetwater Creek. Which was absolutely beautiful. Until I slipped and fell and hit my shin and ankle super hard. I mean it was still beautiful I just had less love for it in that moment.
We were planning a cookout but I ended up taking a nap because my leg hurt so bad. I’m a baby. By the time I woke up everyone was leaving or going to sleep. So I ate and went to bed too.
I had had so much anxiety for a most of the trip. And at some points severe depression type thoughts. I just couldn’t shake this damning feeling. But I feel like laying on the couch that night deciphering my intentions and what I was actually feeling versus just what was going on situationally and I... I felt like I broke some kind of spell. I woke up feeling at peace. I’ve been going through a lot mentally of hating myself and feeling desperate for some kind of acceptance and love. Which I feel like pushes away any kind of positive people or things in my life because I’m fueled by negativity. And that I’m okay.
So when I woke up I was set on making today a more positive day. Millie and I went down to Julianna’s for authentic Hungarian crepes. Honestly those crepes made the whole trip worth it. And the shop altogether was picturesque.
After that we walked around Krog Street Market where I begged Millie to get ice cream from Jeni’s with me. I got a flight of scoops to share. Coffee, caramel swirl, and gooey birthday cake. That was also badass.
From there we walked around Piedmont Park and searched for a bathroom for far too long. Saw a huge hawk just hanging around the dodgeball fields. I also made us trek to this botanical garden without our wallets. So that was a bust but also hella expensive.
From there we did some vintage shopping at The Lucky Exchange. Then headed over to midtown for some seemingly knock off JuiceLand called Arden’s Gardens. We had enough time on the meter to check out some architecture and historic places around there.
After that we headed back to her house to head to the airport for me to head home. Atlanta was good to me. Not so much my hair and makeup but it was nice to see somewhere new and visit an old friend!