Living in Inman Park in the mid-to-late 90s was a time of discovery for me. Little did I know when I signed the lease for my lofty shotgun apartment in 1996, but I had found a place in one of Atlanta’s most up-and-coming neighborhoods at that time.
Just a few months earlier, I'd picked up and moved over 800 miles south of my Pennsylvania roots, ready and willing to immerse myself in the culture of the South. Surrounded by a cast of creative souls in an enchanting patch of Atlanta, I became smitten with this offbeat piece of the city the moment I checked into “454”—the street number and adopted name of my building.
