I have the audacity to believe that people everywhere can have three meals a day in their bodies, educations and culture for their minds, and dignity, equality, and freedom for their spirits.
Other than an aquarium and being home to Coca-Cola, Atlanta is also the birthplace of Martin Luther King Jr. There’s a historic site on Auburn Avenue which contains a gallery, his birth home, a rose garden, his tomb and a church.
The World Peace Rose Garden is beautiful – next to the different species there are plaques with the species names as well as a quote that represents Dr King’s ideals. In a way it’s a sad reminder of how maybe the world would be a better place if we were just born blind. And also a reminder that violence and segregation still exists, just not as bad as it used to be.
Atlanta just felt deserted and it didn’t have the vibrancy that I associate with when I think of the south. It felt nice enough just kind of colourless and dull. I won’t be hopping on the plane to get back to Atlanta anytime soon.