What’s sweeter than a Georgia peach? That’s the question I currently find myself asking as I sit 36,000 feet in the air en route back to Phoenix, AZ. The early answer is not much (check back at a later date after I go to NYC, Chicago etc). Currently, Georgia has shot to my list of preferred destinations along with me possibly purchasing a condominium downtown (if I can ever afford that baller-ific lifestyle). I’m going to take you step by step through my journey from when I first set foot into Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport to right this moment, as I sit in the aisle seat of flight 1889 on my way back to Sky Harbor. Let’s Begin!