Another Atlantan checking in. Mully got a lot of things right about it, but there are other points both good and bad. The weather is pretty good most of the year, though I wouldn’t necessarily mind a little more winter. Atlanta’s trees and shrubs (the sheer quantity of them, the gorgeous displays of spring and fall colors and the lush verdancy of summer) are one of my favorite things, but I do wish they’d keep their sex lives to themselves – the entire area is covered in a layer of yellowish-green pine pollen scum for most of March and part of April, and the less visible pollens play hell with the nasal passages of many of us. And all of those trees have a nasty habit of coming down on cars, houses, and particularly power lines in the frequent thunderstorms or on the rare occasions when there’s ice and snow. The mild winters also mean a lot of insects in the warmer months.
Atlanta’s location and the ease with which you can travel from here are definite points in its favor – you’re within a few hours driving time of much of the most scenic country in the eastern U.S.; Charleston, Savannah, Charlotte, Asheville, Knoxville, Chattanooga, Nashville, Birmingham, Montgomery are all within a half-day’s drive; anything east of Dallas, south of Chicago or Boston and north of Miami is only a couple of hours away by air, and you rarely have to change planes, except for smaller destinations outside the Southeast. The main complaint I hear from others about Atlanta’s location is that it’s too far to the nearest beach (at least 4-5 hours drive) – doesn’t bother me any, but I grew up in Arkansas and never saw an ocean until I was 21, unless you count a day on the Gulf of Mexico when I was 7.
As much as the baseball purist in me wants to dislike Turner Field (with its theme park atmosphere and the corporate season tickets that go unused so much of the time), the husband and dad in me likes that it’s easy to get around in (once you’re inside) and that there are lots of things to occupy the attention of wives and kids who can get their fill of the game itself pretty quickly. I also have to admit that there really doesn’t seem to be a bad seat in the park (admittedly, I haven’t actually been in the upper deck seats in the far reaches of the outfield, but I have been in the very last row of the upper deck just inside third base and found the view surprisingly good). And all of the things that I don’t like about it help put a quality team on the field year after year, so I can’t complain.
Since the demise of Oxford Books several years ago, Atlanta hasn’t had an independent bookstore of any real size and consequence (Tall Tales in Toco Hills tries gamely, but it’s tiny, and otherwise there’s only Borders and Barnes & Noble – though at least there are plenty of those). As convenient as it is to be able to buy nearly anything, new or used, online, I really love wanding the aisles of a good-sized bookstore with an idiosyncratic purchasing policy – I can tell you beforehand what I’m going to find on the shelves of my favorite sections of the chains, and I miss the serendipitous discoveries I used to make at Oxford.
On a strictly personal level, I like that Atlanta has enough Southerners left that I feel at home, though I don’t think I’d want them to make up a much larger percentage of the whole. I like that there’s a reasonably large and growing Jewish population to provide religious, educational, and cultural resources for my kids. I like that it’s been economically successful enough to provide good opportunities and interesting jobs for me for the last decade and more. I like that my wife’s parents are three hours away – close enough to visit or be visited without planning a major trip, but not so close that we just drop in on each other. I could wish that my family were closer, but I’m the one that moved to Atlanta while they all stayed in Arkansas.
And like Mully, I hate the traffic. I live (near the northern I-85/I-285 interchange – Spaghetti Junction)thirteen miles from the office (Piedmont Center in Buckhead) and many days it takes me 45 minutes or more to get to or from work. I avoided traffic for years by living in town (Virginia-Highland, Ponce de Leon) and working in the suburbs (going against the flow) or by living close to the office (three miles from my current home to my last job). The only good thing about my current commute is that I’ve listened to books on tape in the car that I’d never have gotten around to reading otherwise – like half (so far) of Patrick O’Brian’s Aubrey/Maturin novels.