Moving to Kentucky for school, I have constantly been approached with that singular question that reverberates off the walls of campus during the beginning weeks.

"Where are you from?"

Each time, I was excited to express my roots. It is a large part of who I am and being from out-of-state, it was as though I had some sort of token that makes me specifically different from the other thousands of students I now lived amongst.

So, to begin and introduce where I am from….

I am from Atlanta, Georgia.

I feel like most times when people think of Georgia, Gone with the Wind, sundresses a Sunday church, and sweet tea come to mind. That is true in some aspects. My family is from a small farming community in southwest Georgia, so my origins come from the so-called 'deep south'.

But personally, in my generation, I am more of an urban gal. I was born in the city, in a neighborhood known as Buckhead. It is more of an uptown area of Atlanta, and in order for me to have a more suburban life, my family has proceeded to move north of I-285 over the years.

I grew up in the small town of Cumming, Georgia.

While I was raised within the foothills of the north Georgia mountains, my influences have always been in reflection to the golden city down the interstate. My parents have always been very urban and I feel as though I got a lot of my trendiness from them.

I grew up on a combination of Kenny Chesney and OutKast, a mixture that is as fine as a strong cocktail. A rhapsody of the sound and culture, both trap and bluegrass. I feel if I was to describe myself as something, it would be that sentence.

My favorite thing about the city of Atlanta is the variety of people anyone can be.

Go to the westside, and you can be a young, dreamer, insure of design and architecture that makes your mind wander and the espresso taste of strong.

Go to Downtown, and let your studious mind explore, from the tall glimmering, towers of the hedge-fund managers to the elite lawyers,

Go to Virginia Highlands, grab a fresh croissant and seek the small businesses, bustling in from morning to night in hopes to escape midtown traffic jams.

Go to Inman Park, jump on a bicycle and explore the paths of nature and art, a combination that is a perfect peach cobbler and vanilla ice cream.

Each place in my mind is magical. Exploration has led me to these things.

A love for soul artists who make me remember what is me what feels like to fall in love with music and life. A belly read to explore new flavors and cuisines from chefs making their start in a city full of hope. A heart for people that remind me that life is gorgeous and is breathtaking in every note.

I live for my city and for the person it makes me every day. it brings the old and the new together in ways I will never be able to repay.

It's home.