What happens when you're by yourself in Atlanta

You start a blog, that's what happens.

I was inspired by a friend's blog. I figured my musings were far too important for the world not to hear. And since I was inspired by my friend's blog, I figured it only right to pay her homage by incorporating her into the name of my blog. You see, she DEMANDS postcards from all of my stops. (Really, this just started last week, but she is quite insistent now.) Ironically enough, the second sentence in the second paragraph of her first blog? Up in the air. Also, she nicknamed me Ryan Bingham in her blog.

While the "Postcards" portion of my title is a true (as opposed to a false one) shoutout to my inspiration (maybe inspiration sounds creepy, you'll find that I'm always second guessing myself and afraid that I might sound creepy or dumb), the " Up In The Air" portion is about what I do. I travel for a living. I'm on the road Monday through Thursday. I could be in any one of 44 continental states. Which gets us to the real purpose of this blog. I hope to share some funny travel stories, helpful travel tips, and the occasional "listen to me, I am wise" life lessons.

Don't ever plan on me taking heed to your grammar corrections. Future posts may be reviewed by an English major, but for the most part, they won't be. I didn't waste my money on an English degree. I wasted it on an engineering degree that I'm not using. (Also, be prepared to be offended every now and then. But, don't despair, I'm an equal opportunity offender.)

So, today's lesson, kids? Don't get stuck in Atlanta by yourself. You might just end up sharing your life with the world outside of the embarrassing pictures that get posted on Facebook.