The Lure of What is ‘New’ and ‘Adventurous’

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?


  1. I loved this post and completely empathize. I also recently moved from Atlanta (a city that I had a 6 year love-hate relationship with and was quite excited to leave behind) to a big city for grad school and found it to be less glamorous than I’d imagined. For starters, I am not who I was in college. This reality has still yet to set in entirely but is part of what makes moving so difficult. Simply put, i dont party the way I used to, I am older, uncool, and have real responsibilities I cannot be hungover for.
    The other factor that we forget when we dream of our exotic life on the move is being in a relationship. I moved with my boyfriend and as much as i love him, lets not sugar coat things – it’s socially constricting. You eat together, you make plans together, you socialize together…it’s harder to make friends in a new place when you come in a unit.

    I’m not complaining. I love being in a new city and I am happy here. I’m simply saying it’s not easy and Kristin – i hear you.

  2. so I have to say that I’ve had a completely different experience than the author of this post (who I’m sure is a completely lovely person and possibly someone who I know).

    I just moved to Boston for grad school #2, after moving to Indiana for grad school #1 from Atlanta 3 years ago. I have had an INCREDIBLE experience, but I think there are a few reasons why – 1. Boston>>>Indianapolis. When moving from a mediocre city to an amazing one, you’re guaranteed to love life. 2. I got a furnished apartment and moved from Indiana with my dad in a rented car. No UPS, no shitty UHAUL, just my dad and me road tripping like it was 2002 on our way to Trimble. 3. NOBODY in my program is from Boston. On the contrary, a huge chunk of them are from Canada/UK/Africa/Asia.

    For me, I know that this move and this year are going to be pivotal in my career and personal life. So my point is, don’t be discouraged from making a big move/change. It isn’t always going to go as well as mine has, but it also doesn’t always go badly! We’re young, flexible, and still excited by all the new things life has to offer – I say move while you can and get it out of your system until you’re tied down by a job/husband/kid!

  3. Besides a few minor details, like previously living in Atlanta, I feel like I wrote this post. I’ve moved 4 times in the last 4ish years (2 of them coast-to-coast) and I can doubly attest to the fact that moving is 1) a complete pain in the butt, and 2) really expensive. I also agree that it’s really hard to make new friends in this stage of life. After 4 years in CA, my husband and I only made about 4 good friends (not just acquaintances) that we would regularly hang out with. Everyone just kept telling us, “it gets easier when you have kids because then you become friends with your kids’ friend’s parents.” We were like, “uh, thanks, but what do we do until then??”

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