Have I ever told you the story of how I ended up in Atlanta? I was living in the burbs of Rochester, NY. I had a small semi attached house, a sort of decent job as title clerk, and was just not the happiest I could be. I was single in the suburbs, underemployed, and wanting something more.
My friend Katie had moved to Atlanta and told me it was the hopping "place to be." I visited her there for a week and it was pretty cool.
I was talking to my mom some time after that and complaining about how I couldn't find a better job, was aggravated, etc. She said, "So Move to New York City." I said, "If I was going to move anywhere I would move to Atlanta." She said "So move to Atlanta!."
Well I called Katie and it turned out that the apartment across the hall from her was available. I called the apartment complex and got the apartment. We put my house up for rent, had fun finding cross country moving companies, and put the plan in action. I was moved to Atlanta within a few weeks. It was pretty freakin' crazy. At the end, the movers came and took my stuff while I was still working out my two weeks notice at my job. I ended up living out of my car, and my parents house for a few days before we made the drive down to ATL.
Did I mention that I moved without having a job?
Well... all good things happened to me after I moved to Atlanta. I met the love of my life at my first job here, ended up with a great career (until recently but that's another story for another day) and now I have 2 great kids.
