I was only in town a few minutes before I began to notice the differences between Atlanta and Boston. On the train out to my house people were talking to each other; strangers, people young and old, of different races were all simply chatting, about all sorts of different things. It was clear that none of them had ever talked to each other before, no big deal. This kind of thing does not happen in Boston.
It’s moments like these that make me want to move back to the South temporarily. Not for long though, may be like a summer.
