I'll never let anyone put me in a cage

No this isn't leading into some sick innuendo- but rather a line from my all time favorite movie Breakfast at Tiffanys. Bringing you up to speed, last month I packed up my life and decided to become a southern belle moving to the great city of Atlanta. This summer it hit me that I let myself be put in this metaphorical cage that Paul Varjack and Holly Golightly yell at each other over in probably one of my all time favorite movie scenes. Anyways, not to get sidetracked but after living in a very small town for 24 years I decided if I didn't move on I was going to "trap" myself in this cage and never leave. So since I was already flying to Atlanta frequently to visit friends it seemed like the right place to relocate. After a jam packed weekend in November I managed to find a condo that I fell in LOVE with and started the process of buying my first home. Which to anyone that has not done this before, don't attempt to purchase, close and move in less than a month especially if the holidays are thrown in there. It was the most stressful time of my life. But as I sit here now looking out my floor to ceiling windows with a view of the skyline I realize I made the best decision I have ever made. Granted there are times when I miss my family and friends back home but I feel as if I'm living out the life of Holly Golightly, minus the whole "american geisha" thing. There are times when I feel like I should pinch myself because I can't believe this is my life, and its amazing. Since I've moved here I have tried to pull my condo together to make it a home, gotten to know my neighbors who I love, hit as many hotspots as I can and already had several visitors to experience my new life.

My life in Atlanta compared to my life in Connecticut is like night and day, and I don't mean that in a bad way, I mean it in the sense that the two are so different they cannot be compared. People in the south are so incredibly nice and will go out of their way to do things for you. I understand completely why they all have this view of northerners being rude, well mostly they all just think New Yorkers are rude and they don't have enough of a grasp of CT so they don't know what to make of me. My neighbor did however think that since I was from up north I must have known the cast of the Jersey Shore- I'm still laughing over that one. There are some very interesting people who live in my building and I'm sure I'll get to meet all of them tomorrow at our budget meeting. As per usual I've had several awkward moments, but it wouldn't be me unless I turn a normal meet and greet into what seems like a totally weird situation.

I've also learned how to take my independence to new levels. For those who know me can attest to the fact that I have always been fiercely independent and will ultimately do what I want. Well I thought I was completely independent until I moved into my own home and realized my dad wasn't here to do everything for me anymore. When I called him two days ago to tell him of my latest home depot adventure to buy a new air filter for my furnace he started going on about how he tried to show me these things when I was little but I wanted no part of it. Again, typical. Now he just gets phone calls from me every other day asking how to do home owner things such as how to change license plates, using a drill bit, what types of tools I need and just any question that may involve home depot in general because I have not found one person in that store helpful whatsoever.

Anyways I think I'm starting to get the hang of it- well for now. I'm sure tomorrow will be another adventure.