Well, I just have to say it. Atlanta, Georgia is a beautiful city–well actually a series of little cities. Anyway, it is beautiful with all its huge pine trees, towering deciduous trees, flowering crepe myrtle, thick grass and blooming flowers. I guess a girl raised in the forests of Oregon would have to appreciate beautiful trees anywhere. 🙂
We (my husband and I) arrived just over a week ago and have been busy settling into an apartment and learning how to run a mission office. We are here for eighteen months on a mission for our church. Our internet service was finally installed today. Just in time to save me. I was having withdrawal pains. I love my internet.!
My husband and I were invited to a local woman’s house last Monday where a group of older single women (most were widowed) and a couple of older men meet once a week for a potluck dinner and scripture study. We introduced ourselves to the six women at our table and told them we were from Utah. Then I asked one of them where she was from. She told me she had been born and raised in California. The woman to her left had been born in Idaho and spent most of her life there. I finally said. “Wait a minute. How many of you are Georgians?”
Everyone burst into laughter. No one at our table was a native of Georgia. One woman was from Puerto Rico, one from Florida, one from Colorado, and another from Massachusetts, They did reassure me that there was a one native Georgian at the other table–the one with the lovely accent. Sigh! We are part of a large cadre of transplants here.
If you have to live somewhere, why not pick a beautiful place.