Feeling productive is something I always forget I need. For too long I have felt content in a state of disrepair. I do nothing all day and feel slothlike. I have no willpower to turn the tv off, go to bed or get up when my alarm goes off. I have failed at my Lenten resolution.

I am in Atlanta right now and it is really nice outside. This city pales in comparison to home, to Chicago. There is nothing here, really, and what is here is not worth visiting. The way of life is slower, though I have yet to hear a truly Southern accent. It is a fine place to spend a few days, but I am really happy that I will be leaving here. I could not live here.

When I'm on vacation, I usually do a lot of tourist stuff, see a lot of tourist sites and get a feel of the place I'm in. I do that to catalog my memories by what I see and I appreciate places more that way. I tire by moving a lot, not by lying around. I do this because I go on vacations with my family. This is my first vacation without them and I didn't realize it was them that really made my vacations what they were. I have to learn how my Dad does it his way and better plan my trips. I like to learn the geography of a city by riding the public transportation around a little, like the tube in London or buses, but it doesn't look like that opportunity will present itself here. Maybe that's alright, maybe my impressions of every place don't have to be great. I like it here, but wonder if I'll ever return. The weather is nice, but it's also nice in Miami, New Orleans, LA and San Diego and I've never been in those cities....