Some people make lemonade out of lemons... but I'm gonna make sangria out of peaches

One month ago today, I was offered a position in Atlanta, GA. As a native Midwestern lady I was shocked and overwhelmed.

Wait... does this mean I have to like country music now? (By the way, I've never cared much for that genre save for about 30 songs that cross over into pop- and I have already found my favorite non-country stations in the area.)

So I did the really mature and professional thing... and started crying. Now, I know this seems crazy, especially the fact that when I joined this company I knew I'd have to travel extensively/move at some point in my career. Nonetheless, I cried. I had never been to Atlanta before and it has never topped my list of "places to live". I had no idea what to expect and had poked fun at one of my closest friends when she moved to Kentucky for college a few years ago and started to adapt to the native lingo/accent.

Luckily, I was given the chance to visit the ATL before I had to commit to any decision, so I did... and color me crazy, but I actually really liked it and felt at home immediately. (This could have had something to do with the fact that as I walked through the airport upon my arrival my anthem, "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" by Ms. Whitney Houston, was blaring over the speakers... just saying.)

Also luckily, a very close friend of mine already lives in ATL and offered to show me the ropes and invited me to dinner my first night there. So I visited all of the local hotspots I was told to check out over that first 48-hr period that I was there. I even found an apartment!

So I accepted the position here in Atlanta (technically Alpharetta) and have tried to embrace all things Atlanta since then. When I first thought about starting my blog I really thought I would basically be turning lemons into lemonade while I was here. But I can already see how great this new chapter in my life will be. Yes, of course I am sad to leave the mitten, but I also know you can't fully appreciate something until you loose it and I certainly hope that is how it works in the end. And the best results are often yielded when forced outside of your comfort zone... okay, okay enough with the cliches!

So watch out Atlanta, here I come!