Progress

27 years ago yesterday, I moved to Atlanta.

It was all I had ever known I wanted to do, and I had done it.

I had $72 in my pocket and a friend I was going to be roommates with.

I got my first crappy job at Eastern Newsstands, where I suspect my meteoric rise to floating manager in just four days was due to my first language being English.

After much cussedness and a number of interviews, I got a job at the Atlanta Journal & Constitution, which was what I’d come here for to start with.

I brought home $135 a week and gave myself an allowance of $5 a week spending money.

I was filthy rich.

After a decade of the best fun a girl can have working, I moved on to my grown-up job, where my fearless leader taught me everything and became one of my very dearest friends.

The company sold last year and I am out on my own now.

It has been an amazing 27 years. I have been the subject of great friendships and the recipient of so much good fortune.

I have had the joy of seeing my friends have children, and being part of those kids’ lives.

I have learned more than I ever thought it was possible to know, and I know there is so much more to see and do.

I have won more than I’ve lost.

When I travel, my heart still pounds when I see the skyline ahead of me on my return, and I always ask for the window seat on flights home so I can see the tree cover as soon as possible. I hope that where you live brings you as much happiness as Atlanta brings me.

Life is grand.

 

 

 

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About S.

Reader, writer, talker, knitter, picture taker, tennis player, music lover, Southerner.
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