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Where I’m From. Where I’ve Been. Where I’m At.

Saturday, March 7th, 2009

I’m a little drunk. Ish.

So, i have been thinking about my neighborhood a lot today. A friend from my old neighborhood is grappling with the whole educating-a-kid-in-intown-Atlanta-schools issue. She asked my opinion on a living in my old neighborhood (EAV) vs. living in my new neighborhood (Northlake Mall/Lavista/Briarlake) vs. living in the real OTP burbs (I grew up in Roswell/Alpharetta. She is considering E. Cobb.)

I thought scads about all the different things that go into choosing what is not just best for a kid’s education, but what is best for a family. And all of that discussion confirmed for me that we made the best decision for us.

Also? It helps when my awesome neighbors call me at 3pm on Friday to bring the kids over to play in the sunshine, swing, slide, throw pine cones, and climb fig trees, while we drink beer and wine and order Mediterranean takeout.

I miss my old neighborhood. I love my new neighborhood. I wish they could meet each other, because, damn, they would get along really well together.

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Posted in Alpharetta, Atlanta, Dogwood Girl, East Atlanta, Education, Family, food, Friends, Home, Life, Parenthood, Roswell, Tucker | 3 Comments »

Inseparable

Wednesday, June 4th, 2008

Class Inseparables
Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

Okay, this is pretty much make fun of Jason’s hair in high school week, although this picture obviously reams Owen even more. Seeing the quad makes me want to eat . . .well, a pb & J, even though I never actually ate much in high school. Maybe just a warm coca cola.

Again, great picture that captured a particular space and time – That year or so where things changed so much, all exemplified by Owen’s Metallica soccer hair to Jason’s Green shirt.

Did I mention that this was their picture for Senior Superlatives? Yep, there is nothing like telling two 18-year-olds that everyone has noticed how freakishly attached at the hip they are; great for those budding manhoods. Pun intended.

More to come, as this is the hardest I’ve laughed in weeks.

Posted in Friends, Life, Photography, Roswell | 7 Comments »

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