1. I’m trying (with limited success). Come on, ATL.

    (Source: hustletobefree, via thisbigcity)

     
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  3. Z

     

  4. This is so good and something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. I used to make less than 1/3rd of what I make now—and lived very well—in New York City. I’ve gotten away from some of these habits and I’d like to get back to them. It scares me to be dependent on more. 

    (via megburns)

    (Source: bitsofjess)

     
  5. theglitterguide:

    💋💋💋 @asos retro bikini

     
  6. My Valentine

    Z and I don’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day. That’s a story for another time. But sometimes I’m caught off guard by how much I love this man. 

    There are lots of moments when it’s difficult; we are very different people. But there are also moments when it makes sense. Like this afternoon, which started at SweetWater brewery and ended, unexpectedly, at the Piedmont Driving Club. A club that admitted it’s first black member in 1994. I’ll just let that date sink in. Sometimes the truth of history in this place almost knocks the wind out of me. 

    I love him because he understands people. Because he doesn’t hate. Because he can have a conversation about business, about politics, about theater. Because he’ll even entertain a conversation about the problems with the system for reserving squash courts, all the while understanding that the people he’s talking to are frantically trying to grab for the sand that’s slipping through their fingers.

    I love him because he inhabits so many worlds. Because he keeps me honest and expects me to do the same for him. Because he has so much to teach me. Because he will hold his tongue until the valet brings our car and we both just start laughing. Because he won’t let that laughter turn into its own variety of superiority and condescension. Because when it matters he won’t hold his tongue at all.

    I am not expressing what I mean to well. I only mean to say that there are moments—or days—when I am reminded why I married this man. With Z, they are rarely the day-to-day moments, but when they come, I am bowled over. Today was one of those days. 

     
  7. Set out to run nine miles today, which felt ambitious, and ended up running ELEVEN. That never happens.

     
  8. Scenes from a couple of snow days.

    Roads that would be best traversed with ice skates. A quiet walk to the coffee shop. A nice note left on our car.

    Lots of time spent with this one. Lots of the *best* television. Lots of wine. 

    All in all, a pretty relaxing couple of days. 

     
  9. Today it snowed in Atlanta. At the end of the day, there was a bit more on the ground than this, but not a whole lot more. My office closed at 12:30. It’s easy to poke fun—I did—but this city is legitimately unprepared for snow. 

    I was feeling pretty good about taking MARTA/walking to work until there was a fire on a train ahead of us on my way home and we were stuck underground for 20 minutes. Then I heard multiple stories of peoples’ under-10-mile commutes taking more than 3 hours, people having to abandon their cars because they ran out of gas, etc., and I’m back to feeling good about never driving during the week in this city again. 

    Photo via atlurbanist

     
  10. Don’t ever let me complain about winter in this city.