Yes, I have moved again – this time to Atlanta! Guys, I’m finding I cannot stay in the same place for too long. While part of me hopes that changes one day, the greater part of me is perfectly happy with it. I don’t have anything pressing that ties me to one particular place, so as long as I can still be there for my friends and family when they need me, I see no need to anchor myself to one place for the rest of my life.
When I left, I was one month shy of my two-year anniversary in Florida, but I had been planning to move for awhile. I even gave work a six-month notice. The longest part of the process was deciding where to move. Pro/Con lists, friends’ advice, Pintrest, etc. were all used. In the end, I didn’t even choose a city that was on any of my main lists. Atlanta had always flown around in the back of my head as an option, but I would always discount it for some small reason. It wasn’t until about two months before my planned move date that I started giving the city a real chance. The more research I did, the more Atlanta seemed like a perfect choice. I was finally feeling good about my options, that I even planned a trip to check out the city.
That trip marked the beginning of everything falling into place. I checked into my hotel on Monday and checked out with a job offer on Wednesday. I toured a couple of apartments and a few days later, the application I submitted to one of them was approved. As a firm believer in fate, I was only half surprised at how fast everything was moving. Less than a month later, I was out out of my Fort Myers apartment and in my Atlanta apartment.
If I didn’t already know it before (I did), this trip solidified just how supportive my parents are. At the last minute, my mom booked two flights just so she could help me move- arriving in Fort Myers and returning from Atlanta. My dad spent Father’s Day with only my sister*, as that was the day mom and I made the 8-hour drive. On top of that, he was constantly doing research on the easiest ways to move and other potential jobs for me. I literally have the greatest parents of all time.
Why did I choose Atlanta?
Suffice it to say, the idea of a big, urban city really appealed to me. Particularly one with a reasonable price-tag. Of course, I was mostly drawn to Atlanta because the airport is a major travel hub (the wanderlust is real). The fact that I’m much closer to my family was a big factor as well. And while I almost considered moving back to Ohio, being in Atlanta gives me some of the independence I need.
As of now, I’ve lived in Atlanta for just over a month and I have managed to get out and explore a little. But in a city like this, there is always much more to see.
*edited when the author’s sister sent an angry tweet