Kevin on Atlanta:
To those whom love Atlanta, and there are many I've befriended along the way, I wish you the best in your life and that the city serves you as well as you serve it. Personally? I pray for the return of Sherman's ghost to finish what its body began.
The city sprawls to the point of ridiculousness. Home and grad school were roughly 8 miles apart, and planning on a 60-minute drive was not unnecessary. It once took me 3 hours to drive 6.5 miles. Joy.
Public transportation? Doesn't exist. They have something called "Marta" that will get you to the airport, but it skirts only a corner of downtown, and is therefore completely useless.
Oh, and you can't buy liquor on Sunday.