Sooo, as most of my minions know, I went to Atlanta to visit my boyfriend this past weekend, thanks to the generosity of my mother. <3
In short, it was a wonderful trip. It invigorated my will to just be and do something more with my life. I’m aiming to move down there in September.
This is a HUGE decision for me. For those that don’t know my meticulous mind, I am not really a spontaneous person. I wouldn’t say I’m a perfectionist, but I do like to know the where and the when and the why to most every decision that I make, especially the big ones. I like plans, and backup plans in case the originals fall through. But, for once, I’m listening more to my gut than my head. This just needs to happen.
Chris and I have been in a long distance relationship for most of our time together (6 years in March, which means we’ve been at least 5 years apart). In a romantic scope, we deserve this. In a practical scope, we need this. Yes, it will be horrifying and different and beyond anywhere that I thought I would be right now, but you know what? The best advice came from my parents, whom are more practical than myself: “Sometimes, you just have to dive in.”
Chris has already signed the lease with an awesome guy for a townhouse, so they’ll be moving in in March-ish; the roomie’s awesome, knows so much about the industry that Chris is in, and maybe can point me in the right direction. But mostly, I look forward to being surrounded by like-minded individuals in the creative field.
And Atlanta is HUGE. So much going on. I love Richmond. I really do…but I’m drowning here. I do appreciate my job, and any little opportunities that come my way…I’ll even admit to not grabbing at every creative outlet, because my own fears held me back. But something about ATL just felt so right. I’m going to grasp at this chance to rebuild myself.
People rebuild themselves every day. Some crumple and fall. Some rise up and prosper. Some are a combination of the two. But I just know in the root of everything that I am, that if I do not try, then I’ll simply never know what I’m capable of.
I’m aiming to thrive. I’m aiming to succeed. Whether it means I’ll crash and burn, or fly like no one else has, I don’t know. But I have to try. Honestly, I don’t give failure the rear view mirror; I have the love and support of my family/friends and my future roomie/boyfriend, and that’s all I want and need.
This is going to happen. This is going to determine where I’ll go in my life.
And I couldn’t be more excited.