The other day, Anna and I were laying on the living room couches, she on the yellow makeout couch and I on the green, broken futon, looking like someone had slain us both (which is probably true considering the academic and emotional stress that swept through our apartment last week). "What are we going to do next year?" Anna asked as we both looked up at the ceiling and the rain poured down outside. This is the question that has plagued us for the last month, aka our last month of college, and it was 4:30 in the afternoon (the worst time of the day), and it was pouring, which it has done for the last week.
So we did the only logical thing we could possibly do: find the halfway point between Nashville, Tennessee (Anna's beloved city-they had a fling last summer and now it may be getting serious) and Anderson, South Carolina (my new and exciting homeland).
The result: Dalton, Georgia, Carpet Capital of the World.
Heck yes.
The Dalton Chronicles, coming to a blog near you.
