So I Made a Move...

A big one in fact. I'm now in Atlanta, Ga (Jaw-juh) hence my lack of blogging for the past week. I did have a draft of a post that I was working on earlier this week, but one can only talk about how they are so scared to move so much before it gets old. The point is that I was a busy wreak in the days leading up to my move (partly because I left off packing until the day before?).

My dad and I drove down, my car literally stuffed to the gills with everything I was bringing.

That would be the view of the backseat of my little Nissan. I've never heard of the concept "pack lightly."

Overall it was about a 10 hour drive, probably shortened because my dad is a bit of a speed demon. His lead foot got him in trouble in Brunswick, Va (home of the original Brunswick stew) where he got a speeding ticket for going 13 over. Oopsies.

I've spent the last 2 days settling in. My room is rather small, meaning that piles of boxes and stuff lying around just won't fly. I like it though; it's cozy. The bathroom is nice and the closet is huge; in general a major upgrade from what I was used to in undergrad. The apartment complex even has a pool and fitness center (which I realize for some isn't a big deal but unless you were living in Grand Marc, Charlottesville didn't offer any of this).

Last night we had basically what amounted to a Rollins mixer at a local bar. It was nice to get to know some people (75% girls) and really begin to feel like I was settling in. A far cry from earlier yesterday afternoon when I burst into tears in the car; my poor dad probably felt so awkward. I can't help it, I'm in a glass case of emotion.

Now that I've said goodbye to my dad and dropped him off at the airport, I think I'll start to feel less anxious. It's kinda weird how that works out but I feel like it's almost easier once I'm away from my parents, helps cauterize the homesick wound or whatever. In the meantime I'm excited to start to explore the city and continue to meet new people. I'm in the 'burbs of Hotlanta, in the part that's called the forest in the city (yes there are tons of trees!) which makes me feel a little more at home. Speaking of homes, check these out:

Literally called the mini White House, complete with an Oval Office. 

This I have dubbed the Chopped Off Castle. 

What are the odds that I can find and become friends with the Real Housewives of Atlanta?