Twenty-six years ago, my cat, Gucci and I hitched a ride in a U-Haul with an old boyfriend and moved from Atlanta to NYC. On my own for the first time, I learned a lot. Experienced even more. I've been broke, unemployed, eaten enough boxes of mac and cheese for a lifetime and lived off the kindness of strangers. I've also had a dream job, had money and hopefully have returned some of that kindness that was so generously shared with me. I've met wonderful people along the way. I've loved and been loved by some good men and some not so good men. In the end, though, I found a real good man. He ain't perfect, don't get me wrong, but he tolerates my "quirks" so it's only fair that I tolerate his. It's called balance. Together we had a perfect child. Well, a perfectly not-so-perfect child. A perfect combination of two not-so-perfect parents. We like her.
Just about thirteen years ago, we started a new adventure to the west coast. Husband had a job at a big network and our lives were good. Great schools, friends, a new business and career for me. No complaints. When the recession hit, our lives, along with millions of others, became not so good. It took many years for us to get out from under the rubble; to see that tiny light at the end of a very long tunnel, but we made it through. Stronger and wiser now, we have decided to make a change.
Twenty-six years later, the U-Haul is headed back to Atlanta. This time with a different boy, a kid and two dogs. We're going home. Our karma has been real good since this decision was made last summer. We sold our house in less than 24 hours. Our daughter got into her top choice school. We found a great place to live. Greatest of all, I get to be with most of my family. We've been very secretive about our plan. Some knew, others surmised. But the rest of you are now hearing it from the horses mouth. Yesterday a neighbor told me that we were "the only thing the neighbors were talking about" because we sold our house to a developer. It definitely wasn't our goal to sell to a developer, but when you go through a rough flight, you want a smooth landing. And this landing was a well deserved one for us.
I will miss many things about Los Angeles. My brother and his family who live here in L.A.. Friends (duh). McConnell's ice cream (sniff). A grid system (seriously, it makes life so much easier). The weather (although, I'm so excited to actually have weather and humidity) . And last, but certainly NOT least, my Beagle Freedom family and my Labs and Friends family. You have given me something I can't quite explain. A part of me that I didn't even know was missing. Hope for our animals. Hope for our children. Like I said, it's so hard to say thank you for all you've given me and my daughter.
SO, L.A. FRIENDS, If you are interested in a session with LittleLif Photography before May 25th, let me know. I might have some specials going on. You won't know until you ask. You can go to my Facebook page and private message me for info.
Now, ATL FRIENDS, I will be available to you starting in July. I'd love to meet you, get reacquainted with you, have coffee with you (because it is very important that I find a good cup of coffee immediately), etc. I'll be seeking advice, too. Best restaurants, best brunches, best hiking, how to get to this "Beltline" thing and, most importantly, BEST RESCUES! I'll be needing a place to volunteer. Beagles and Labs are obviously my favorites but, every animal deserves love and a home.
It's been a crazy ride so far but I'm looking forward to this next journey.