Gonna get totally real with you here... I was a little lost at this point in my life. I loved Savannah, but I knew it was too small-town for me and didn't have the possibilities that I needed, I had gone through a rough breakup, I didn't know what direction I wanted to go in career wise, etc etc. I had come to the realization that I was going to have to move back to Atlanta, move back in with my parents (something I swore I would never ever do), and take some time to regroup. And I was dreading it. I was CONVINCED that I was going to move immediately. In fact, all I have thought about for the past four years is moving.
Since I graduated college, I was going to move to California. Then it was Savannah for a couple years but I knew I ultimately wanted to be in California. The guy I was dating and I essentially broke up because he thought I was moving to California. I moved to Atlanta thinking I would be there for four months TOPS. Four! I had a "plan" (I put this in quotations because it was never a plan, just a firm belief). Four months and I was freakin' out of there. California dreamin' hard.
Well, four months turned into six. Then I went to England for almost a month. Then I got a job in real estate that was my first shot ever at a career that I knew I could love. So I decided to stay in Atlanta juuuust a for a little bit longer. Which led to me spending a couple months looking for my own place. Blah blah blah. Long story short, four months at my parents house somehow turned into ten. I don't even know how it happened! It was like I snapped my fingers and boom, almost a year had gone by.
I moved into my own place last April with one of my best friends. And as excited as I was, I still spent my time thinking about a move. Saying it would just be one more year. I convinced myself that California was too far from family, no money to get there, no strong connections there, etc. So now it was New York. My sister lives there, I do like it there (besides the Subway), she might have babies in the next couple years and I wanted to be there, the reasons were all very legit.
I talked about moving a lot. But what I eventually started to realize was that I wasn't taking the time to get to know this city and love it for what it is. I was too busy "planning" some big move. I would especially think about moving when I was unhappy or stressed out. If I was bored, Atlanta sucked and I wanted to move. If I was stressed from work (at my previous job), I started looking up opportunities in Manhattan. I was in an on and off, not so fantastic relationship and every time it was off and not so fantastic, I started looking up apartments in New York. Any and every reason you can think of. And I was clearly stressed. I'd lost weight, I wasn't sleeping well. I was worn down, letting all of the things get to me.
BUT, something really amazing has happened in the past three months. For one, I started a new job with a team that I absolutely love. Two, I got out of the not so fantastic on and off relationship. Three, I joined a group of girls called WoA Collective (Women of Ambition) that has really opened my eyes and changed my perspective on so many things. Women empowering women is such a powerful thing. One of my new friends that I met through this group is extremely in tune with her emotions and being "in the now". She says instead of moving, why not just truly love and indulge in the culture of this city? What's the worst that can happen? You meet more friends and get more involved. If you do end up moving, then ok you end up moving. But be here now.
So fourth, and most importantly, in the past 3 months I have stopped thinking about moving. I have stopped talking about it, I have stopped looking up apartments, I have stopped letting the stresses of day to day life lead to moving away as an answer to any problems. Instead, I signed another year lease in April. I have stopped planning a move and started loving the culture of this city. I have been taking everything in. Getting to know these new friends I have made, building the sphere of people I know for my business, growing roots in the city I grew up in. I feel like I have lived in Atlanta my whole life, and I am just now getting to know it. I can honestly say that the past 3 months have been some of the best I've had in this crazy, beautiful city.
Now I'm not saying that I will never make a move. I would love to explore other cities and opportunities one day. My sister will still most likely be havin' babies in the next few years and I do want to be there if possible.
All I'm saying is, if I'm here now, why not make the best of it? (Sitting in Atlanta traffic in 100 degree weather makes me question this whole idea BUT I am tryin' my best here).