In high school, just after we got our driver’s licenses, my friends and I often liked to just get in the car and drive until we got lost. This made for some very interesting adventures in South Atlanta, which is probably where some nice, young, Catholic girls didn’t want to be in 1990 (before the 1996 Olympics spruced everything up).
Fast forward 20 years, and with the 259 map and navigator apps available on my iPhone, not too many chances to get lost any more.
This day, however, there was horrifying traffic on I-20, and Siri refused to give me any directions that didn’t somehow involve the interstate, so I decided to take some back roads on the way home and rely purely on instinct.
What a great adventure! I weaved my way through East Atlanta which is now where I want to live. Similar to Little Five Points, but with less chances of tripping over a homeless person. It reminded me more of the Village in NYC.
I wasn’t too lost, because Matt and I had come here before to Trader’s where we bought an awesome leather ottoman. As I drove past all the shops and restaurants, though, I thought, “Why haven’t we come back?”
I guess I’ll have to remedy that soon!
Kristie's Big Adventure! 