Transplanted

So it’s been a while since I posted a moving-related blog. Sorry. The election was just too exciting and now that it’s over I can go right back to obsessing about sillier things–like my new life in Atlanta. And I don’t mean to imply that I don’t take my life seriously, quite the contrary, it’s just that I’ve matured enough to realize that in the grand scheme of things it’s just my little life.

At any rate, now that I’m going on 5 months in the 404 (yeah, I can do the nicknames all night) I see patterns starting to emerge and one of them is reluctance to invest here. I don’t mind taking a class or starting a writing group or making a few new friends, but checking out the housing market is another story. In fact anything that says “Hey, I’m staying” doesn’t quite jibe with me. For example, decorating the house. Normally that’s something I’m all about. Not this time. Don’t much care. And it’s possible that it’s just that the rental house we’re living in has a bunch of limitations, but I think I could make it work. No, I think it’s more about the transition.

Utah still feels like home. Atlanta still feels like a place I’m hangin’ for a while. Now, I’ve also matured enough to realize that life in general is just one big hangout. And while I hung out in the same place most of my life, I think it’s good to check out some other spots even though I’ll always essentially be doing the same thing: getting stoned and drawing pretty pictures. (Joking)