I live in Georgia now.

“There comes a time when you have to dream, you have to dare, you have to go.” -Anonymous

Wednesday evening, which at the time of this writing was just 2 days ago, I rolled into Atlanta Metro. I stuffed every corner and cubbie in my 1988 Chevy Nova, and put the rest into storage, and took off on this new adventure.

Back where I came from things were great! I was working at a company that care for me and the community, I was making the most money I’ve ever made in my life, I even bought my dream car twice. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to do more. That I needed to stretch myself further. It’s almost like I hit the limit of what I could do with my life where I was at, and now it was time to move. On the real though, it wasn’t an easy decision to just pack up and leave. Especially when circumstances required me to make that call in just 5 days, with two weeks after that to completely pack up all my belongings and move. But I did it. I’m here. And I’m ready for what comes next.

So what is this next? No clue. My resume is set, I have an apartment here, and I am actively pursing that next. I plan on writing all of my new adventures here. Cheers to starting the new year early!