One year in Atlanta.
Actually it has been a little over one year since I moved to Atlanta.
I should start off by saying that I should have moved along time ago.
This has been by far the most challenging year for me but it has also been very rewarding as well.
Not rewarding in the sense that I’m paid when I look at my bank account but paid in that thing that old folks always like to talk about, experience.
The major pitfall that people said that I would make was chasing women.
I couldn’t tell you why people assumed this because I’ve never been one to chase women.
Granted there are a bunch of them (fellas those ratios are true) but I’m not interested in skirts, I’m down here to work.
One pitfall that only one person mentioned has proved to be true but it wasn’t a pitfall.
The issue that I ran into was actually a part of the reason that I had such a frustration yet life learning year so I’m thankful for it.
I would say the majority of the things that I wrote about when I decided to move were true.
There are a bunch of productive people down here and they make me want to do better.
Due to situations out of my control I’ve only really done about six months of real work but there is nothing that I can do about that now.
All I can do forward is plan, execute and try not to make the same mistakes of the past.
I’m glad that I moved.