My wife and I never
clearly explained all the reasons we decided to relocate to Atlanta. We've mentioned it in small talk to coworkers, close friends and family but I want to make sure I document it for future generations and remove any
ambiguity.
Tori and I settled in
Philadelphia after school and we've lived there for about 10 years. Truth be told, I only moved to Philadelphia
because Tori was already living and working there but that’s another story. Tori is from Mobile, AL. Her sisters live in Nashville, TN and the
rest or majority of her family is from Jackson, MS. In short, she’s from the south. Me, I’m from New York and have family scattered
in Orlando, D.C., Canada and the list goes on.
In 2004, my mother
retired from her career working with the homeless and mentally ill and moved from New York to Atlanta with my sister, Tracie. Why Atlanta?
Honestly, I think most NYer’s are fascinated by the notion of ‘land’ and
having a home bigger than a 2 bedroom apartment. For whatever the reason, Atlanta was my
mother’s new home and as a result, I started traveling down there (or here)
more often.
While we were able to
travel down to Atlanta, Jackson, MS and Mobile, AL once or twice a year, it wasn't enough for Tori as she is very close to her sisters and parents. I want to say that it was roughly 2008 or
2009 that it really hit Tori that she wanted to move to the south to get more
time with her family. I had no strong
ties to Philadelphia so I was on board.
The next step was to decide on a city and get there. After checking with our respective employers
and weighing the pros and cons of several cities, we decided on Atlanta. For
one, my mother is getting older and could use an accessible support
system. Moving to Atlanta also put us in
driving distance to family in Jackson, MS, Orlando, FL, Mobile, AL, and Nashville,
TN. On top of that, my half-sister lives
nearby in Fayetteville, GA with my niece and nephews. Tori also has an aunt in Decatur and a cousin
in Mableton.
With one son and
second on the way, Atlanta provides us access to our family and more
importantly, will allow my son’s to develop relationships with extended
family. I miss my friends in
Philadelphia. I miss them a lot. I miss winters with snow and pizza. FYI – Atlanta does not have good pizza. All
of that aside, nothing compares to creating opportunities for my children to
develop strong family ties.
As of writing this
post, we've lived in Atlanta for about 5 months. We are still getting used to it all; particularly
the traffic. We've been living with our
cousin, Ondrea while we look for a home. Turner is loving his new school and we
generally can get around town without getting lost. We’re happy to be here and look forward to
establishing our own roots in Atlanta while being accessible to family and
enjoying the close proximity to everyone.
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