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I’ve lived in the Atlanta area for seventeen and a half years. That’s at least seventeen years too many. The first few weeks were OK, though. I’ve wanted and tried to leave for years. Now that my departure date looms less than two weeks away, I get the sense that Georgia is saying, “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” Or to paraphrase Nietzsche, “That which is leaving should also be pushed.” (more…)