gettin the hang of it

i love lazy mornings in bed with the dogs....


moto is sleeping in...he likes that heating pad way too much


one thing i didn't expect to happen from my adventures on MARTA was a new perspective on life. Yes, i know. it sounds corny. but i actually mentioned it to my mom the other day and she totally agreed. apparently, not to be outdone (never!) by me, my mother has been taking MARTA as well. she picked me up from work last week and we talked about atlanta's beltway project and how the city will be changing over the next few years - and how walking around the city and taking a train makes Atlanta a completely different place. first and foremost, walking forces you to see more. you'r not just zipping by that building, you can slowly stroll past and actually register the details that someone meant to be there. believe it or not, a lot of the built environment is intentional - and it's kind of fun for me to figure out why someone put that there, or made it that way...like that parking garage with the overhanging vehicles. the next most noticeable thing are the sounds, smells, and quality of air - which actually sucks for me. i hate breathing in the pollution but it comes with the territory. i guess overall it has been a multi-sensory experience for me - kind of like time has slowed down and i am observing in slow motion. it reminds me of seoul so much, its almost overwhelming. i don't know if its a good or bad thing, but at the very least it makes me feel like a part of the city as opposed to an occupant of the city. i also notice the amount of homeless people in atlanta. i haven't been bothered by any of them because they are usually sleeping in a cocoon of blankets when i walk past. i have been thinking about handing out some biscuits and coffee but i don't want to get trampled and i can't afford to feed all of them. not all the time, anyways - i would feel horrible if i was handing out food and someone didn't get any. i don't know what to do. i still feel gulty about the homeless guy we saw by gwinnett mall who was begging on the street with no shoes. it broke my heart but at the same time froze me from action. why do i fear homeless people like that? i want to just take them home and wash and feed them but i don't want to insult their dignity, either...i sometimes find it really hard to believe that my mother and i were nearly that desperate long ago..