This is a post I’ve wanted to write for years, but don’t risk sounding dull.
Let me preface this a bit.
Tom and I met and got married in Wisconsin and lived there for two years after we got married. But then we were ready for an adventure. I think “The Syndrome Anywhere But Here” they call it. We were ready for a change and were in stagnant jobs we wanted to leave. Our work is searched online across the country, and whenever we see something in Atlanta, we look at each other to gauge our thoughts on it. We would stop, pick our noses and say, “no.”
However, low and behold, that’s where we landed. Tom was offered a job with a salary close to what we made combined. So we found out why not! And honestly, we still never regret moving to Atlanta because it really pushed Tom’s career into what he’s doing and loves now, and I got to explore life. work from home. That is a good move. When we announced our move, everyone left the lumberyard and mentioned their time in The ATL and how much they loved it. We are a little skeptical, but we believe them.
But we hate Atlanta.
I’m finally clean and I don’t feel bad admitting it, right now!
It has its pieces, don’t get me wrong.
We love our church… but it takes 40 minutes to get there. If there is no traffic.
We love a handful of people we really know.
We have Hondo in Georgia!
I got pregnant in Georgia!
We discovered Indian food and never had to go far when cravings hit.
We love the outdoor mall where we can put Hondo in every store.
It’s nice to have IKEA around.
We have learned to appreciate the long spring and fall that meet briefly in the middle with about a week of “winter”.
We were able to visit Savannah, Hilton Head, Tybee, Asheville, Blue Ridge, etc
But we also had to battle all the emotions and doctor appointments along with two difficult years of infertility, in Georgia. We rarely go into the city as the traffic always makes it a challenge. There are too many chain restaurants and almost no coffee shops. It’s crowded, people are indistinguishably friendly, and meeting people with common interests is difficult because of its feisty nature (it’s really cool sometimes, but no one living there is usually FROM there).
I’m talking about lessons learned here, right? This is one of them.
Such movements stretch you. They build a small character. They help you learn more about yourself (and possibly your marriage).
Basically, what I’m getting at is, try to see the positive in everything. Silver fabric. Trust in God. But when it comes down to it, you don’t have to live somewhere that you hate forever. MOVE. FIND YOUR HOUSE!