Sunday will mark four weeks since we’ve moved to the Big Peach. I know nobody calls it that, but if New York and New Orleans can have nicknames like that, so can my city, darn it!
I’ve been doing some exploring on my days off, which almost always involves challenging myself to get from wherever I am back to my house without using the interstate or checking Google Maps.
I’ve always know a little bit about Atlanta, having lived in Georgia my whole life, but I’ve already discovered quite a few new things.
• We are so fortunate to have both Your DeKalb Farmers Market and the Buford Highway Farmers Market. I had been to DeKalb before, but Wednesday was my first trip to Buford Highway. Wow! Any international product you could imagine.
For those of you living outside of Atlanta, “farmers market” isn’t really an accurate term for either of these. Think “international everything market.”
• There is seriously a gentlemen’s club every two or three blocks. I live within 1.5 miles of two of them. One offers haircuts and car washes. No joke.
• I’m not the only one who wishes MARTA (public transit) would step it up. In almost every conversation I’ve had about traffic or getting from place to place, someone has brought up how limited MARTA is. It only has four rail lines, and they pretty much follow the interstates. There are a grand total of four stops outside the perimeter, and three of them are along the same line. Of those three stops, two aren’t in operation after 7 p.m. Oh, and the trains only come every 15 minutes; every 20 minutes during the week. What can I do to make this better (or encourage the powers that be to do so)?
• Most churches in downtown/midtown only have services at 11 a.m. We went to North Avenue Presbyterian last week, which we really enjoyed. We picked this church because it’s near where I work and has a service outside of our operating hours (10 a.m. to 5 p.m.).