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Friends! Hi! I’ve missed you. I totally wish we could have happy hour, and I could tell you all of this over a nice cab and charcuterie tray. If only....

Let me explain. I haven’t blogged in about a month, but there’s a damn good reason. You see, I’ve been in the process of uprooting my whole entire life, my family, my friends, my job...all of it. If I start writing, then it all just flows out. I start processing and crying and freaking out. So, I didn’t. I legitimately pretended that I was not moving until I got into my car and drove to my new house in Atlanta. My very last day in Greenville, as I left my job that I have loved more than any person should love their “job,” I finally let myself cry. I cried as I hugged Judy, my favorite partner in crime. I cried when I let Meggie kiss me on the head one last time. I cried when Hamilton came in and got super uncomfortable with my emotions. I cried when Dr. Spinks said incredibly nice things about me at our end of the year luncheon. Boy did I really, really cry when Mack and Zandi stood in their front yard waving goodbye with frowns on their faces. Who does that? So, I cried. Now, I’m better.

I’ve been in Brookhaven for one whole week. Today marks day 7 and I’m so excited to update you about my first week as an ATLien. Let me be honest, I wanted to hate it. I wanted to want to go back home immediately. Truth is, the A is kind of awesome. We’ve met lots of neighbors and they all bring dinner, wine, rose, cookies, bourbon, flowers. I mean, why are the people are so NICE? It has been such an adventure.

Thursday, Day 1: Arrive to my new home. We sleep on an air mattress with a toddler. I advise against this under any and ALL circumstances. Even it the alternative is sleeping on a bed of nails. Just do it. We met a neighbor! The 4 year old behind us flew his drone into our yard. Only took us 2 hours and we already met the neighbors! We also ordered Mellow Mushroom, ahhh the fresh taste of home. Except this is Atlanta. Let me tell you why Atlanta is 100x different than Greenville, SC. We ordered a pizza with onion, green peppers, and pepperoni. They delivered a pizza with onion, green peppers, and PEPEROCINI. Who on God’s green earth orders a peperoncini pizza? No one. 

Our very modest quarters

Friday, Day 2: This was a very exciting day. Our very nice neighbor with the drone brought Aaron a bottle of Basil Hayden’s. I mean, I give people store bought cookies. Probably need to step up my game a bit. I went to Walmart and instead of a parking lot, we parked in the PARKING DECK. At Walmart. I took Young to his new daycare in Buckhead, you know right beside Phipp’s Plaza. NBD. Parked beside all of the other Lamborghinis. We also went to buy a new refrigerator, and I saw a brown man in a kimono buying a Porche. He probably paid cash. Dude, we ain’t in the Palmetto State no mo’.

Young's epic meltdown in BrandsMart

Saturday, Day 3: We made a trip back to G-vegas to get a ‘few’ things. Also, we met the neighbors right beside us. They came over with vodka cocktails (thank you, God) and brought an entire smoked Boston Butt. How many days can one eat Boston Butt in a row before becoming morbidly obese? I’m pushing the boundary on that. Anyway, my neighbor loves wallpaper as much as me! Then, we showed each other all of our custom bedding. Basically, a match made in heaven. I also drove to Midtown BY MYSELF to pick up my bib for my race. Dear South Carolinians who CANNOT stop talking about the traffic, it took me 14 minutes from driveway to parking lot. In Midtown. Took me longer getting home because I accidentally got into the Uber line at the Fox Theater.

Sunday, Day 4: I took myself on a 13 mile tour of the city, by foot. I ran the Hotlanta Half, and it was such an incredible way to see the city. We ran through Piedmont Park, passed Centennial Park, the Beltline, Ponce City Market, of course the Aquarium, CNN, and Coke. Ran right through midtown. Hotlanta is a misnomer, it should be called the HILLANTA. Parts of Paris Mountain are a 600 ft elevation gain, this was a 881 ft elevation course. STFU. I wanted to die. We went to brunch, and the waiter gave us a free bag of coffee because we loved it so so much.

THE FINISH LINE!!!

Monday, Day 5: I call this Manic Monday. Y’all. All the M’s. Aaron had to fly out to Cali. He accidentally parked his car in daily parking. Being the good wife, I ubered (first time ever) to the MARTA station to drive his car back home. Get there, car is locked. It started raining. I got another Uber, same guy- his name is Omar and he referred to me as “my lady” the entire trip. He took me back home. $17 to go 2 miles roundtrip. It was time to go pick up Young. I get to daycare, they inform me that he had Mandarin rotation today and they practiced counting to 5. Well, isn’t that something? He can’t count past 2 in English, but made it to 5 in Mandarin. Finally, got back to MARTA, with Young. We moved the car, explored the station, Young said “hey” to every patron.

Tuesday, Day 6: Y’all. All the A’s. My goal: WEAR YOUNG OUT! We went to Atlantic Station and rode his tricycle. Went to the Aquarium and got chased by 3 security guards for skipping the line and running through one family’s picture. I wish I could say this isn’t normal, but it really is. I kind of like his spirit so I let it go. After the Aquarium, we rode bikes to Ashford Park. We really explore the A. I didn’t not wear Young out, but I was pooped. Thank God for Ryder and Chase as Paw Patrol babysitters.

Wednesday, Day 7: THE BEST DAY EVER. Why? MAMA IS GOING TO ALDI! It’s like 1 mile from my house. They have an electronic sign. It is probably very fancy. I will wear make up and shower before going to the Brookhaven Aldi. I can’t be a ruffian like I used to be.

So, what’s coming next? You’re going to be so excited. Well, some of you are. Some of you actually will not care at all. I’m going to be blogging about all of the interior design projects I’m doing around the house. Believe when I say, it is 

going to be SO BRIGHT!