Craving

I've been looking online for pictures of my favorite places in Atlanta. These are not my most favorite, but they'll do. I really want to visit Atlanta soon. I left there six years ago after living there for eight years, and I have not been back once. Okay, I did go back once, but it was strictly business. I flew in, hopped on MARTA, picked up a U-Haul, loaded my stuff, got a burrito at Tortillas (I hear it's no longer there), slept for a few hours, and then spent the rest of the weekend driving to New Hampshire.
Summer is not an ideal time to go. Hotlanta. It's either now or in October, when the weather will be summer like, not scorching. I'm not squared away enough on the job front to go on a mini vacation now. I wonder if a visit will satisfy me. I'm not sure it'll be what I want it to be. I'm not sure if I truly miss my old stomping grounds or my youth. For the late bloomers, that would be 25 to 33 years old. I guess I miss that carefree person that I was. I didn't have as many responsibilities. Not that the life I had was easy and always fun. It had it's miserable moments. And I do like my life now. (Aside from the whole job search situation.) I am happy even though there are greater responsibilities. I think I've lost a part of me.
I do miss the city - so many places. The High Museum, Northside Tavern, Atkins Park, Everybody's Pizza, Piedmont Park... Some places are gone, some have grown, and all my friends have moved away. I also miss the me that could stay out late several nights a week to have cocktails, listen to live music, and shoot pool with friends. Can I be that person again? At 38 and a half? My body is saying, "No. It's time for bed...and it's late."