From 904 to 404

I had my first taste of Atlanta (as well as about 60+ flavors of Coca-Cola) during the Fourth of July holiday weekend. I was feeling pretty blessed to be able to take some time off of work to make the six hour drive, in pouring down rain, to spend some time with my sweetie. Even with the rainy conditions, it seemed like just about everything worked out. I experienced a lot of touristy aspects of Atlanta, like visiting the Coke Factory, taking a tour of the Aquarium, and watching a true American firework spectacle at Olympic Park. What was truly nice were those little moments that gave me a sense of home, like attending a family block party with some of the best pulled pork I’ve had (and way too many jalepeno poppers) or dining at a small pizza place that you would only be able to find if someone told you how to get there. What I enjoyed most, though, was being able to spend some REAL face time with Steven. It’s made me appreciate the little moments we do get to have since being apart during this transition period. I’ve come to find that the 404 could easily be my new 904, because home is where the heart is. This short trip has made me ready for the move more than ever. For now, I’ll continue to daydream over photos and hope to hear back from a prospective ad agency in Atlanta. This girl’s got Georgia on her mind.

Time to Make a Move

Perhaps I need a kickstart. Perhaps 2013 is the year of finally doing the things I said I’ve always wanted to do.

So far I’ve traveled around the world to Australia, started taking classes to become an educator, began volunteer work, built new friendships, turned my hobby as a photographer into a legit position (getting paid is sort of nice), been to concerts of favorite bands “just because,” had my voice heard as an event announcer…and it looks like there’s more to come.

We’re at the half-way point in the year, and so far 2013 has been good to me. Today, my boyfriend accepted a new job position in a different city and has asked me to join him. He’s that kickstart I’d mentioned earlier. We often dream of doing big things, but when the moment comes we fall back to where we feel comfortable. I could stay in Jacksonville and be happy enough. OR, I could be with the person that makes me the happiest and together experience a new city, new people, new stories…

My next big move is coming soon.

So, if anyone knows of a good place to work and live in Atlanta, hit me up!