My first time in Athens was absolutely wild. Just kidding, I was 8 years old… On the first drive in, I thought to myself: “Why are there so many old, run-down buildings?” Clearly nobody taught me the meaning of rustic charm in the 2nd grade. (I also had barely reached Broad Street and definitely hadn’t yet hit Clayton Street). My perspective has grown with age and experience. From that very first day, I dreamed of how I would one day live here and walk around downtown with my backpack, a coffee and wearing a vintage Dawgs sweatshirt. That hasn’t exactly happened. After a brief college stint up North (yes, I went to Boston...), I craved that small town of Athens. There is really nothing like it. Where else has 80 plus bars, cool concerts and this 60-degree February weather? I don’t know and don’t really care to find out.