You know what I like even more than writing a new blog post? When I wake up to an unsolicited one from one of my beloved readers! It’s been a while since we’ve had a guest blogger, so I’ll take this opportunity to reopen the floor to anyone who has something to say (and if you’ve read any of the previous posts, I mean anything).
This guest makes her story clear and since I’m not sure if she wants to be anonymous or not, I’ll just say, your post only makes me more confident in staying put in Atlanta, not trekking across the country, and not going to grad school 🙂
Take a read:
I have always enjoyed an adventure. I love to travel, meeting new people, exotic foods…. etc. So, after YEARS of living in Atlanta, I was itching to get out. To live somewhere else and experience new things–it’s all I could really think about. So I applied to grad school, packed my bags and moved 3,000 miles away. Oh the life decisions of a twenty-something.
Moving is NOT easy, not when you’re moving down the street, and especially not when you’re moving across the country. The planning was simple– ship some boxes, pack the essentials, look for an apt. on craigslist, start class, make friends, explore my new home, maybe buy a bike, find my new favorite bar. Done. Easy. Yeah right. Let’s start with the boxes… UPS, you suck- I thought I could trust you with my favorite shoes, my nice tops, and some effing pictures. But, apparently, that was too hard. The package was damaged and shipped back to atlanta. It has yet to make its way to its final destination.
Let’s move on to friends…. I have none. Well, kind of. Grad school is not college. Most people are from the area so they have their friends and lives. But don’t worry I’m assuming my charming personality and good looks will lure them into being my friends. Nevertheless, I miss my life in Atlanta and my friends. Being poor (grad school makes you poor) and having no friends is kind of a bummer.
There are many more situations I could elaborate on, but let’s not dwell on the bad things about moving…. I am excited about my new home. I hope that school doesn’t drown me in work and I am actually able to explore. This is what we want, right? All twenty-somethings want a challenge, an adventure, meeting new (and hopefully fascinating) people and change and trying new things and maybe even pushing our limits. I think so. I want this. I am sticking it out, friendless and UPS box-less, because they are just roadblocks. Minor roadblocks if you ask me, although if you asked me how I was doing last week I may have thrown something at you out of pure frustration.
Maybe in a couple of months or even weeks I will be able to write again and tell y’all of the adventures I have had and my amazingly fabulous new friends. (Don’t worry, I know the song- make new friends but keep the old, something about silver and gold 😉 )
Oh and did I mention I just moved in with my boyfriend? Yup, he moved 3k miles with me. And now we live together. Thank god for 2 bdrm apartments.
Oh to be twenty-something… it’s kind of awesome, isn’t it?