![]() I’ve been thinking about what it would mean to leave town. By which I mean, selling all my possessions, scrounging up my savings, throwing some clothes in an overnight bag and just hoofing it. I like Atlanta, but there’s not really anything keeping me here. I have no attachments or major responsibilities. I could just leave. I could go wherever I want. I could be anyone I want to be. I could make a fresh start. I have to admit, it’s an idea that has some appeal. It’s ludicrous, of course, but maybe not as ludicrous as I think it is.
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