Hello there! I am glad you've wondered over to this side of the internet. I write for peace and reflection. As you can probably tell, I get heated about gentrification, social change, food, and travel. I hope you enjoy my work.
I pulled at my coat and zipped it up a little higher and buttoned the last snap near my neck. Ready to go, as per usual, it was 8:00 AM. A rainy morning, music playing through my headphones, and I was already experiencing my second headache of the day. I was frustrated with the late train. A brisk winter day in Georgia, then it starts to rain. I was on my usual route to my class via the MARTA. I was definitely going to be late if this train moved any slower to Midtown or made another unexpected stop on its way.
What's Wrong with Whole Foods?
I spent four years of my life in Decatur, GA attending college. Although I was born in New York, I identify closest with Georgian suburbs and the metro-Atlanta area. When I was in high school, one of my family’s favorite things to do on the weekends was to go the big Whole Foods store thirty minutes away. We loved their warm yet industrial interior and intense hot food bar selection, and colorful gelato. My parents loved the clean floors and selection of health food vitamins. I particularly loved their selection of cross-cultural foods. I felt like Whole Foods's selection gave me the tools to make almost any food I wanted to try. However, like many students, during college, I was too poor and too far from Whole Foods store to shop there. Alternatively, I would begin to shop at Decatur's local Dekalb farmer's market after hearing about their great prices on food. In my later years of college, I studied abroad in Germany and South Korea. It was this culmination of trips when I rapidly fell out of love with shopping at Whole Foods.