Well hey there! Time has flown by…and my activity has become a little more sporadic. But thanks to all my followers/friends. Work has gotten nutty since the new gig started in January. But don’t worry, ya’ll. My kitchen table has arrived AND our backyard has been destroyed and is getting built back this week. So I will be reporting with pictures here soon.
<NOTE: I realized I had this in my DRAFTS for over a year. Rather than editing it and making it my post today, I’ve decided to post the unfinished draft. My feelings haven’t changed over the past year. >
Recently, I’ve been having some really great moments where I realize that I am falling in love with Atlanta. I never thought it would happen, especially considering I came down here on a 5 year plan. Obviously that changed after Boo and I bought a house in August (1/2 way through my 3rd year).
But what I am realizing is how much I love my life, my friends, my job (most days…)… The weather, the city, the atmosphere, the music, the food, the drinks…the little villages that make up Atlanta, our house, the fact that I am surrounded by 2 golf courses and only 40 minutes from our boat and freedom on the water…the porch drinking on sunny days, or the hikes in the woods, or the park on a sunny day, or Park Tavern when it’s raining ($1 beers). The festivals in March, the active community that makes up Atlanta. Sweetwater on Friday afternoons (and Wednesdays and Saturdays). Buckhead Theater. Variety Playhouse. The universities within the city. Saturdays in the Fall.
But when falling in love with one city, I feel like I am letting go of another. Not so much a city, but an area that I would consider what made me who I am…New England. And that terrifies me more than anything else in this world. Connecticut is where I am from. Boston is where I began becoming an adult (let’s be honest…no one is an adult in the first 2 years out of college, it’s simply make-believe while making absolutely nothing and partying like we’re still in college). And I miss a lot about New England. I miss being able to drive one town over and stepping onto sand. Or going down the road and sitting at the bank of the river. I miss the smell of salt water. I miss the breeze off the water. I miss good, fresh seafood. I miss being within two hours of my (other) friends and family.
Yeah, I know you haven’t heard of it.
This is my life.