So this is my final full day in atlanta. My flight to new york is tomorrow morning pretty early, and I'll be there until we do a full move. This is making me reflect on my life here, my initial move to atl, and all of that.
When I first moved here I was 17 and I packed all of my junk into my Ford Escort wagon (still my favorite car) and my parent's car. We unpacked my stuff into a two bedroom apartment I was sharing with three other guys and started going to school and looking for a job.
Now I am, once again, getting rid of most of my earthly belongings and packing my clothes into a 20" carry-on suitcase to start a new life. Will it last? We're moving into a shoebox and probably in the wrong phase of life (hello, five years ago), but life isn't about perfect planning, it's about doing stuff and moving forward. I'm frightened and excited.
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