Photo Diary: New Year’s Day in Atlanta

Icy wind whipped at our reddening ears and cracked hands as we shuffled down the empty Atlanta streets on New Year’s Day.  Like the frigid weather, I was bitter that a trip to the deep south wasn’t all that warm—but very glad I checked the weather beforehand!  Just hours before, I’d been sitting on a cramped bus with 50 of my closest friends on our 12-hour journey there.  I spent 48 hours in Atlanta, and there honestly was not a dull moment—or a spare one for that matter. I absolutely love New Year’s Eve; the glitter, sips, conversation and...