Flight Path: Coming Full Circle and Rediscovering Lost Neighborhoods

For me, that meant revisiting my childhood home. In an ironic twist of fate, after all my years away from Atlanta, I find myself working less than nine miles away from where I grew up and less than three miles from Hartsfield-Jackson. (I can see the planes take off and land from my classroom window!) I spent the high points of my career way out in the suburbs, and now, after my first “retirement,” I feel like I’ve come full circle.

At the end of this past school year, I felt very keenly this idea of “coming full circle,” and asked my mom to spend the day with me on a trip down memory lane. We started at my current school in College Park and then we headed south into Riverdale. We hadn’t been back in years and years. The changes were drastic and jarring.